Zhilin signified by his hands and lips that they should give him water.
The dark one understood, grinned, put his head out of the door, and cried, "Dina!"
A young girl came running in,—a slender, lean creature of thirteen, with a face like the dark man's. Evidently she was his daughter.
She was dressed in a long blue shirt with wide sleeves and without a belt. On the bottom, on the breast, and on the cuffs it was relieved with red trimmings. She wore on her legs pantalettes and slippers, and over the slippers another pair with high heels. On her neck was a necklace wholly composed of half-ruble pieces. Her head was uncovered; she had her hair in a black braid, and on the braid was a ribbon, and to the ribbon were attached various ornaments and a silver ruble.
Her father gave her some command. She ran out, and quickly returned, bringing a little tin pitcher. After she had handed him the water, she also squatted on her heels in such a way that her knees were higher than her shoulders.
She sits that way, and opens her eyes, and stares at Zhilin while he drinks, as though he were some wild beast.
Zhilin offered to return the pitcher to her. She darted away like a wild goat. Even her father laughed.
He sent her after something else. She took the pitcher, ran out, and brought back some unleavened bread on a small round board, and again squatted down, and stared without taking her eyes from him.
The Tatars went out, and again bolted the door.
After a while the Nogáï also comes to Zhilin, and says, "Aï-da, khozyáïn, aï-da!"