"He lets one win the singles and collahs it as soon as one doubles it; gives the singles and snatches the doubles!" He scattered the burning tobacco, smashed the pipe, and threw it away.

Then he remained silent for a while, and all at once looked cheerfully with his glittering, black eyes at Rostov.

"If at least we had some women here; but there's nothing foh one to do but dwink.

If we could only get to fighting soon.

Hullo, who's there?" he said, turning to the door as he heard a tread of heavy boots and the clinking of spurs that came to a stop, and a respectful cough.