For a year now Pavel Korchagin had travelled up and down his native land, riding on machine-gun carriages and gun caissons or astride a small grey mare28 with a nick in her ear. He was a grown man now, matured and hardened by suffering and privation. The tender skin chafed29 to the...
The urchin playing outside in the yard leapt astride a black lop-eared hog29. He dug his small bare heels smartly into its sides, clung to its bristles30 and shouted to the running, snorting beast: "Geeup, gee-up! Whoa! Whoa!" The hog with the boy on its back dashed madly about ...