Publisher's Synopsis
-So you want to fight me? with your fist, eh?- -Any way.- -Well, let it be fisticuffs, - said Taras Bulba, turning up his sleeves. -I'll see what sort of a man you are with your fists.- And father and son, in lieu of a pleasant greeting after long separation, began to deal each other heavy blows on ribs, back, and chest, now retreating and looking at each other, now attacking afresh.
