Then he rushed again into the fray, fell upon the dismounted nobles, slew one, and throwing his lasso round the neck of the other, tied him to his saddle and dragged him over the plain, after having taken from him his sword from its rich hilt and removed from his girdle a whole bag of ducats.
Kobita, a good Cossack, though still very young, attacked one of the bravest men in the Polish army, and they fought long together.

They grappled, and the Cossack mastering his foe, and throwing him down, stabbed him in the breast with his sharp Turkish knife.

But he did not look out for himself, and a bullet struck him on the temple.

The man who struck him down was the most distinguished of the nobles, the handsomest scion of an ancient and princely race.

Like a stately poplar, he bestrode his dun-coloured steed, and many heroic deeds did he perform.
He cut two Cossacks in twain.