'I got him from a kunak.' 'A wonderfully beautiful horse! What would you take for it ?' asked Olenin.
'I have been offered a hundred and fifty rubles for it, but I'll give it you for nothing,' said Lukashka, merrily.

'Only say the word and it's yours.

I'll unsaddle it and you may take it.

Only give me some sort of a horse for my duties.' 'No, on no account.' 'Well then, here is a dagger I've brought you,' said Lukashka, unfastening his girdle and taking out one of the two daggers which hung from it.

'I got it from across the river.' 'Oh, thank you!' 'And mother has promised to bring you some grapes herself.' 'That's quite unnecessary.