“But we may freeze.”
“To be sure, we may, for there are no stacks to be seen now; we must have driven right out to the Kalmucks. The chief thing is, we must look about in the snow.”
“And aren’t you at all afraid of being frozen, sir?” said the old man, in a trembling voice.
Although he seemed to be jeering at me, I could see that he was shivering in every bone.
“Yes, it’s getting very cold,” I said.
“Ah, sir! You should do as I do; every now and then take a run; that would warm you.”
“It’s first-rate, the way you run after the sledge,” said the counsellor.