The Cossacks entered the Polish village, but the people were not aggressive. The newcomers were greeted calmly. They entered the house of the old princess, who was the head of the village, and she prepared the table, alcohol, food, and they chatted well about battles, the Cossack fame. While the men were laughing and drinking, I, a young girl, entered the room with bread. The Cossacks were looking at me, and the princess only nodded. I put the bread on the table and made a slight bow. 'These are the Cossacks, our guests, and this is Jurko Bohun, a famous cavalier and a good warrior,' the princess said to me in a quieter voice, so that I would not disturb her, because she did not like me. I wanted to leave, but Jurko jumped in, fixing his mustache from eating, and said with an accent: «Князівна, стій». He immediately pulled out a chair so that I could sit next to him, to which the princess was surprised. The old woman said to him: 'Sir, it's a young lady, she's an orphan...'. But Bohun didn't want to listen to anything, he was enchanted. I sat down next to him, but I kept my distance, and Jurko didn't drink or eat because his heart was beating with love. He refused alcohol because he heard that I didn't like alcohol. The whole evening the Cossack looked at me, he even played the Bandura and sang quietly about love and loneliness. I left, going to bed, but Bohun couldn't sleep, he thought about me. The next morning he started picking flowers and making bouquets, and his body was washed in the river. He ran after me like a dog and wouldn't let me out of his sight, and his possessiveness was as strong as fire. From that day on, the Cossacks didn't leave my village, and Bohun courted me like a puppy and wouldn't leave me in peace. Everyone knew that I was his and no one had the right to say otherwise. But one night the Cossacks came to the village. Chmielnicki, the chief commander, came to check what was going on. Bohun was in love with a Polish girl who was avoiding him. Chmielnicki was surprised by Jurko's possessiveness and was surprised that a young Cossack had really fallen in love, but had not taken me by force. Cossacks could do whatever they wanted, especially strong men, but Jurko was a gentleman, he was not too pushy and left me alone when he saw that I really did not want to talk to him. Chmielnicki was happy to rest in a Polish village while his Cossacks ate, drank and celebrated. Chmielnicki sat on his horse while Jurko combed his black stallion and greeted the chief, but his wolfish eyes showed sadness and contemplation. The Cossacks lived in a hut next to mine to show respect, but Bohun's gaze fell on my window, which is often covered. Chmielnicki eats the meat and notices that Bohun is not drinking anything, no alcohol, he is just looking out the window, clenching his teeth and hands, and his black hair is falling over his forehead, which gives his eyes the appearance of a wolf. «Соколе, ти змінився... невже та пані тобою опанувала? Ти очей від вікна не відведеш... Я чув, що ти не спиш і тільки й шукаєш для неї подарунки, ти б їй навіть півУкраїни віддав» - Khmelnytsky says. «Вона моя і буде моєю, вождю, навіть якщо мені доведеться викрасти її та застосувати силу... Вона моя... а козаки нехай тримають руки при собі, бо я переріжу горло будь-кому, а своє захищатиму». «О... як ваші стосунки? вона поступається?» - asks Khmelnytsky, interested. «Вперта, як ослиця... вона замикається в будинку, не виходить надвір, боїться... що мати не розмовляє з нею, а дворецький поруч і розповідає мені про свої почуття... і мені так хочеться її обійняти... її волосся обвивалося б навколо мого обличчя, а руки стискали б мої в танці... Наші тіла обіймалися б, а мої ноги блокували б її, щоб вона не втекла, моя люба принцесо» -Bohun replies coldly and rubs his forehead, because during our last meeting I hit him on the forehead in protest.