'Whom do I hurt?
I love him, that's all about it.' 'Grandad, do you mean ?' 'Well, yes!' 'And the sin ?' 'Ah, Maryanka! When is one to have a good time if not while one's still free?
When I marry a Cossack I shall bear children and shall have cares.

There now, when you get married to Lukashka not even a thought of joy will enter your head: children will come, and work!' 'Well?
Some who are married live happily.

It makes no difference!' Maryanka replied quietly.
'Do tell me just this once what has passed between you and Lukishka ?' 'What has passed?
A match was proposed.

Father put it off for a year, but now it's been settled and they'll marry us in autumn.' 'But what did he say to you ?' Maryanka smiled.
'What should he say?
He said he loved me.

He kept asking me to come to the vineyards with him.' 'Just see what pitch! But you didn't go, did you?
And what a dare-devil he has become: the first among the braves.