He took her by the shoulders with his fingers, held her away from himself, then shook her, and, with loud smacks, kissed her on the lips, on the nose, on the eyes.
"Come!" Suddenly the soldier standing nearest them staggered forward, and opening his hands, let his gun drop.

He did not stoop down to regain it, but stood for an instant motionless, turned abruptly and, like a blind man, walked toward the forest over the untouched snow.
"Where are you going ?" called out another soldier in fright.

"Halt!" But the man continued walking through the deep snow silently and with difficulty.

Then he must have stumbled over something, for he waved his arms and fell face downward.

And there he remained lying on the snow.
"Pick up the gun, you sour-faced gray-coat, or I'll pick it up," said Tsiganok sternly to the other soldier.