Now let's make merry.

Drink!' shouted Lukashka, just in the tone in which old Eroshka uttered the word.
'We'll go out into the street and make merry with the girls.

You go and get some honey; or no, I'll send our dumb wench.

We'll make merry till morning.' Nazarka smiled.
'Are we stopping here long ?' he asked.
Till we've had a bit of fun.

Run and get some vodka.