"Well, Michael Mitrich, sir?" he said, addressing one of the battalion commanders who smilingly pressed forward (it was plain that they both felt happy).

" We had our hands full last night.

However, I think the regiment is not a bad one, eh?" The battalion commander perceived the jovial irony and laughed.

"It would not be turned off the field even on the Tsaritsin Meadow.

" "What?" asked the commander.