The Tatar girl took the water to the saklya, and
out came the Tatar of yesterday evening, with the
red beard, in a silken beshmet[1] with slippers on his
naked feet and a silver knife in his leather girdle. On
his head he wore a lofty, black sheepskin hat, flattened
down behind. He came out, stretched himself, and
stroked his bountiful red beard. He stayed there for
a while, gave some orders to his labourer, and went
off somewhither.
Next there passed by two children on horses which they had just watered. The horses' nozzles were wet. Then some more closely cropped youngsters ran by in nothing but shirts, without hose, and they collected into a group, went to the outhouse, took up a long twig and thrust it through the rift in the walL Zhilin gave such a shout at them that the children screamed in chorus and took to their heels, a gleam of naked little knees was the last that was seen of them.
But Zhilin wanted drink, his throat was parched and dry. " If only they would come to examine me," thought he. He listened — they were opening the outhouse. The red-bearded Tatar appeared, and with him came another, smaller in stature, a blackish sort of little man. His eyes were bright and black, he was ruddy and had a small cropped beard, his face was merry, he was all smiles. The swarthy man was dressed even better than the other; his silken beshmet was blue and trimmed with galoon, the large dagger in his belt was of silver, his red morocco slippers were also trimmed with silver. Mo
- ↑ A Tatar under-tunic
