Why, is it time for you to be going back to the cordon?
I haven't seen anything of you!' 'Yes, as soon as I have got ready I shall have to go,' answered Lukashka, tying up the gunpowder.

'And where is our dumb one?
Outside ?' 'Chopping wood, I expect.

She kept fretting for you.

"I shall not see him at all!" she said.

She puts her hand to her face like this, and clicks her tongue and presses her hands to her heart as much as to say--"sorry." Shall I call her in?
She understood all about the abrek.' 'Call her,' said Lukashka.