He looked into the cauldron of the other kurens--nothing anywhere.

Involuntarily the saying recurred to his mind, "The Zaporozhtzi are like children: if there is little they eat it, if there is much they leave nothing." What was to be done?
There was, somewhere in the waggon belonging to his father's band, a sack of white bread, which they had found when they pillaged the bakery of the monastery.

He went straight to his father's waggon, but it was not there.

Ostap had taken it and put it under his head; and there he lay, stretched out on the ground, snoring so that the whole plain rang again.
Andrii seized the sack abruptly with one hand and gave it a jerk, so that Ostap's head fell to the ground.

The elder brother sprang up in his sleep, and, sitting there with closed eyes, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Stop them! Stop the cursed Lyakhs! Catch the horses! catch the horses!"-- "Silence! I'll kill you," shouted Andrii in terror, flourishing the sack over him.