The greater part of his life was spent in the forests, hunting.
There he lived for days on a crust of bread and drank nothing but water.

But on the other hand, when he was in the village he made merry from morning to night.

After leaving Olenin he slept for a couple of hours and awoke before it was light.

He lay on his bed thinking of the man he had become acquainted with the evening before.

Olenin's 'simplicity' (simplicity in the sense of not grudging him a drink) pleased him very much, and so did Olenin himself.