“Are you deaf?”
“The wheels makes such a noise, Grigòryi Naòmich; one can’t hear anything. They wants greasing.”
“Oh, they’re all right. What have you got there? water?”
“Yes, sir.”
“From the pond?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right,” said the master after a moment’s pause, “you can go.”
A soldier came up to the verandah.
“Wish your honour good-day!”
“Who are you?”