Repa grew still redder; Burak kept filling his glass.
"But you," said he at last to Repa, "though you are able to throw a korzets of peas on your shoulder with one hand, would be afraid to go to the war."
"Why should I be afraid? If to fight, then, fight."
"One man is small, but very brave; another is strong, but cowardly," said Gomula.
"That is not true!" answered Repa. "I am not cowardly."
"Who knows what you are?"
"But I will go," said Repa, showing his fist, which was as big as a loaf of bread. "If I should go into one of you with this fist, you would fly apart like an old barrel."
"But I might not."
"Do you want to try?"
"Be quiet!" interrupted the mayor. "Are you going to fight or what? Let us drink again."