“The little bannerets of Orsha are crying in heaven for the earth,” said Kokosinski.
“Don’t make the poor little things wait!”
“Mighty lords,” added Rekuts-Leliva, with a thin voice, “at the wedding we’ll drink ourselves drunk as fools.”
“My dear lambs,” said Kmita, “pardon me, or, speaking more correctly, go to a hundred devils, let me look around in my own house.”
“Nonsense!” answered Uhlik. “To-morrow the inspection, but now all to the table; there is a pair of demijohns there yet with big bellies.”
“We have already made inspection for you. This Lyubich is a golden apple,” said Ranitski.
“A good stable!” cried Zend; “there are two ponies, two splendid hussar horses, a pair of Jmud horses, and a pair of Kalmuks,—all in pairs, like eyes in the head. We will look at the mares and colts to-morrow.”
Here Zend neighed like a horse; they wondered at his perfect imitation, and laughed.
“Is there such good order here?” asked Kmita, rejoiced.
“And how the cellar looks!” piped Rekuts; “resinous kegs and mouldy jugs stand like squadrons in ranks.”