"There is a name greater than them all," cried the hussar with eagerness.
"Spooney, I should say," drawled out the hussar, caressing his moustache.
At last came number 82—'Maurice Tiernay, hussar of the Ninth.'
"I vote for your wearing that," said the hussar, quite smitten with her beauty.
Is not this meeting here—this strolling about a garden with a young gentleman, a Hussar!
And there, you know who that is, that beau ideal of a hussar?
Thanks to the hussar's saddle on which I was sitting, I kept my seat.
She could not lift her face, but only pressed it to the cold braiding of his hussar's jacket.
An hussar was Natasha, and a Circassian was Sonya with burnt-cork mustache and eyebrows.
Glancing, however, at Boris, he saw that he too seemed ashamed of the hussar of the line.