"All take glasses; you too, Balaga. Well, comrades and friends of my youth, we`ve had our fling and lived and reveled. Eh? And now, when shall we meet again? I am going abroad. We have had a good timenow farewell, lads! To our health! Hurrah!..." he cried, and emptying his glass flung it on the floor.

"Weally! And I`ve been losing, bwother. I lost yesterday like a damned fool!" cried Denisov, not pronouncing his r`s. "Such ill luck! Such ill luck. As soon as you left, it began and went on. Hullo there! Tea!"