Olenin was struck by the dignified and stem expression of the brave's face.

He began to speak to him, asking from what village he came, but the Chechen, scarcely giving him a glance, spat contemptuously and turned away.

Olenin was so surprised at the Chechen not being interested in him that he could only put it down to the man's stupidity or ignorance of Russian; so he turned to the scout, who also acted as interpreter.

The scout was as ragged as the other, but instead of being red-haired he was black-haired, restless, with extremely white gleaming teeth and sparkling black eyes.

The scout willingly entered into conversation and asked for a cigarette.
'There were five brothers,' began the scout in his broken Russian.
'This is the third brother the Russians have killed, only two are left.
He is a brave, a great brave!' he said, pointing to the Chechen.