For instance, when his friends paid him a visit, Viätkin used to say to his orderly, a Moldavian, "Busioskul, have we any champagne in the cellar?" And Busioskul would answer with imperturbable gravity, "No, your Excellency. Last night you were pleased to drink up the last dozen." Another officer, Sub-lieutenant Epifanov, amused himself by putting to his servant learned and difficult questions which he himself could hardly answer. "Listen, my friend, what are your views on the restoration of the monarchy in France at the present day?" The servant answers, "Your Honour, it will, I think, succeed." Lieutenant Bobetinski had written down a whole catechism for his flunkey, and the latter trained genius replied frankly and unhesitatingly to the most absurd questions, e.g. "Why is this important for the third?" Answer--"For the third this is not important." "What is Holy Church's opinion about it?" Answer--"Holy Church has no opinion about it." The same servant would declaim, with the quaintest, semi-tragical gestures, Pinen's rôle in "Boris-Gudunov." It was also usual and much appreciated to make him express himself in French: "Bong shure, musseur. Bon nuite, moussier. Vulley vous du tay, musseur?" etc. etc., in that style. All these follies naturally arose from the dullness of that little garrison town, and the narrowness of a life from which all interests were excluded except those belonging to the service. Romashov often talked to Hainán about his gods--about whom the Circassian had only dim and meagre ideas; but it amused him greatly to make Hainán tell the story of how he took the oath of allegiance to the Tsar and Russia--a story well worth hearing now and then. At that time the oath of allegiance was, for the Orthodox, administered by a priest of the Greek Church; for Catholics, by the _ksends_[3]; for Protestants, when a Lutheran pastor was not available, by Staff-Captain Ditz; and for Mohammedans, by Lieutenant Biek-Agamalov. For Hainán and two of his fellow-countrymen a particular and highly original form had been authorized. The three soldiers were ordered to march in turn up to the Adjutant of the regiment, and from the point of the sabre held towards them they were required to bite off, with deep reverence, a piece of bread that had been dipped in salt. Under no circumstances was the bread to be touched by their hands. The symbolism of this curious ceremony was as follows: When the Circassian had eaten his lord's--the Tsar's--bread and salt in this peculiar way he was ruthlessly condemned to die by the sword if he ever failed in loyalty and obedience. Hainán was evidently very proud of having thus taken his oath of allegiance to the Tsar, and he never got tired of relating the circumstance; but as every time he told his story he adorned it with fresh inventions and absurdities, it became at last a veritable Münchausen affair, which was always received with Homeric laughter by Romashov and his guests.