And let us drink to our own glory, that our grandsons and their sons may say that there were once men who were not ashamed of comradeship, and who never betrayed each other.

Now to the faith, brother gentles, to the faith!" "To the faith!" cried those standing in the ranks hard by, with thick voices.

"To the faith!" those more distant took up the cry; and all, both young and old, drank to the faith.
"To the Setch!" said Taras, raising his hand high above his head.
"To the Setch!" echoed the foremost ranks.

"To the Setch!" said the old men, softly, twitching their grey moustaches; and eagerly as young hawks, the youths repeated, "To the Setch!" And the distant plain heard how the Cossacks mentioned their Setch.
"Now a last draught, comrades, to the glory of all Christians now living in the world!" And every Cossack drank a last draught to the glory of all Christians in the world.

And among all the ranks in the kurens they long repeated, "To all the Christians in the world!" The pails were empty, but the Cossacks still stood with their hands uplifted.