“Please keep it. I have several like it,” said Pétya, blushing. “Heavens! I was quite forgetting!” he suddenly cried. “I have some raisins, fine ones; you know, seedless ones. We have a new sutler and he has such capital things. I bought ten pounds. I am used to something sweet. Would you like some?⁠ ⁠…” and Pétya ran out into the passage to his Cossack and brought back some bags which contained about five pounds of raisins. “Have some, gentlemen, have some!”

“You want a coffeepot, don’t you?” he asked the esaul . “I bought a capital one from our sutler! He has splendid things. And he’s very honest, that’s the chief thing. I’ll be sure to send it to you. Or perhaps your flints are giving out, or are worn out⁠—that happens sometimes, you know. I have brought some with me, here they are”⁠—and he showed a bag⁠—“a hundred flints. I bought them very cheap. Please take as many as you want, or all if you like.⁠ ⁠…”

Then suddenly, dismayed lest he had said too much, Pétya stopped and blushed.