«See, gentlemen,» said Kokosinski, «what sturdy fellows there are here; one after another like an aurochs, and each with the look of a wolf.»
«If it were not for their stature and swords, they might be taken for common trash.»
«Just look at those sabres,--regular tearers, as God is dear to me!» remarked Ranitski. «I would like to make a trial with some of those fellows.» Here he began to fence with his hand: «He thus, I thus! He thus, I thus--and check!»
«You can easily have that delight for yourself,» said Rekuts. «Not much is needed with them for a quarrel.»
«I would rather engage with those girls over there,» said Zend, all at once.
«They are candles, not girls!» cried Rekuts, with enthusiasm.
«What do you say,--candles? Pine-trees! And each one has a face as if painted with crocu
