Besides, they may rob you.

He's not quartered any of them on himself, no fear, that devil's son of an Elder.' 'You don't like it ?' Ergushov began again.
'And I've also heard say that the girls will have to make the soldiers' beds and offer them chikhir and honey,' said Nazarka, putting one foot forward and tilting his cap like Lukashka.
Ergushov burst into a roar of laughter, and seizing the girl nearest to him, he embraced her.

'I tell you true.' 'Now then, you black pitch!' squealed the girl, 'I'll tell your old woman.' 'Tell her,' shouted he.

'That's quite right what Nazarka says; a circular has been sent round.

He can read, you know.