I must get the barrels ready,' said the mother, evidently not wishing her son to meddle in domestic matters.
'When you go out you'll find a bag in the passage.

I borrowed from the neighbours and got something for you to take back to the cordon; or shall I put it in your saddle-bag ?' 'All right,' answered Lukashka.

'And if Girey Khan should come across the river send him to me at the cordon, for I shan't get leave again for a long time now; I have some business with him.' He began to get ready to start.
'I will send him on,' said the old woman.

'It seems you have been spreeing at Yamka's all the time.

I went out in the night to see the cattle, and I think it was your voice I heard singing songs.' Lukashka did not reply, but went out into the passage, threw the bags over his shoulder, tucked up the skirts of his coat, took his musket, and then stopped for a moment on the threshold.
'Good-bye, mother!' he said as he closed the gate behind him.