Here's the money.' Nazarka ran off obediently to get the vodka from Yamka's.
Daddy Eroshka and Ergushov, like birds of prey, scenting where the merry-making was going on, tumbled into the hut one after the other, both tipsy.
'Bring us another half-pail,' shouted Lukashka to his mother, by way of reply to their greeting.
'Now then, tell us where did you steal them, you devil ?' shouted Eroshka.

'Fine fellow, I'm fond of you!' 'Fond indeed...' answered Lukashka laughing, 'carrying sweets from cadets to lasses! Eh, you old...' 'That's not true, not true! ...

Oh, Mark,' and the old man burst out laughing.

'And how that devil begged me.

"Go," he said, "and arrange it." He offered me a gun! But no.