Of this only the Slav nature, a broad, powerful nature, which is to others what the sea is to small rivulets, is capable.

In stormy times it roars and thunders, raging, and raising such waves as weak rivers cannot throw up; but when it is windless and quiet, it spreads its boundless glassy surface, clearer than any river, a constant delight to the eye.
Taras ordered his servants to unload one of the waggons which stood apart.

It was larger and stronger than any other in the Cossack camp; two stout tires encircled its mighty wheels.

It was heavily laden, covered with horsecloths and strong wolf-skins, and firmly bound with tightly drawn tarred ropes.

In the waggon were flasks and casks of good old wine, which had long lain in Taras's cellar.