'Maybe, with God's help, I shall kill something for the holiday.

Then you shall have a share, you shall indeed!' 'Uncle! Hallo, Uncle!' called out Lukashka sharply from above, attracting everybody's attention.

All the Cossacks looked up at him.
'Just go to the upper water-course, there's a fine herd of boars there.
I'm not inventing, really! The other day one of our Cossacks shot one there.

I'm telling you the truth,' added he, readjusting the musket at his back and in a tone that showed he was not joking.
'Ah! Lukashka the Snatcher is here!' said the old man, looking up.
'Where has he been shooting ?' 'Haven't you seen?
I suppose you're too young!' said Lukashka.

'Close by the ditch,' he went on seriously with a shake of the head.