'What bosh! If he made us turn out of the village at night now, that would be annoying: there one can have some fun, but here what is there?
It's all one whether we're in the cordon or in ambush.

What a fellow you are!' 'And are you going to the village ?' 'I'll go for the holidays.' 'Gurka says your Dunayka is carrying on with Fomushkin,' said Nazarka suddenly.
'Well, let her go to the devil,' said Lukashka, showing his regular white teeth, though he did not laugh.

'As if I couldn't find another!' 'Gurka says he went to her house.

Her husband was out and there was Fomushkin sitting and eating pie.

Gurka stopped awhile and then went away, and passing by the window he heard her say, "He's gone, the fiend....