"Send the officer of the day to the battalion," shouted Kirsánof, not answering the captain, though I was again compelled to believe that there was no necessity upon him of giving any orders.
"But, young man, I think that you are glad now that you are having double pay?" said the major after a few moments' silence, addressing the adjutant of the battalion.
"Why, yes, very."
"I think that our salary is now very large, Nikoláï Feódoruitch," he went on to say. "A young man can live very comfortably, and even allow himself some little luxury."
"No, truly, Abram Ilyitch," said the adjutant timidly: "even though we get double pay, it's only so much; and you see, one must keep a horse." ...
"What is that you say, young man? I myself have been an ensign, and I know. Believe me, with care, one can live very well. But you must calculate," he added, tapping his left palm with his little finger.
"We pledge all our salary before it's due: this is the way you economize," said Trosenko, drinking down a glass of vodka.
"Well, now, you see that's the very thing.... What?"
At this instant at the door of the wigwam appeared a white head with a flattened nose; and a sharp voice with a German accent said,—