The vigorous grinding of that household utensil had the effect of a powerful opiate.
At eight o'clock every morning, Yakuff, (the Russian for Jacob,) brought me a pitcher of water.

When my toilet was over, he appeared with a cup of tea and a few cakes.

We conversed in the beginning with a sign language, until I picked up enough Russian to ask for tea, water, bread, and other necessary things.

At eleven we had breakfast in the captain's cabin, where we discussed steaks, cutlets, tea, and cigars, until nearly noon.

Dinner at six o'clock was opened with the never failing zakushka, or lunch, the universal preparative of the empire, and closed with tea and cigars.