"He's a splendid fellow." "I have no doubt"-- again Semyonov laughed.

"We all know your enthusiasms, Ivan Andreievitch, ...

but an Englishman! _Ye Bogu_!..." "Engaged to that girl!" I heard him repeat to himself as again he rode forward.

Trenchard, little Andrey Vassilievitch, Semyonov, Nikitin ...

yes, there was promise of much development here.
We had dropped down into the valley and, at a sudden turn, saw the school-house in front of us.