1 We have cabbage soup, porridge and pie.
2 We'll eat cabbage soup, porridge and pie, we'll eat everything.
3 But a little further on he saw infantry regiments with their arms piled and the soldiers, only partly dressed, eating their rye porridge and carrying fuel.
4 The soldiers surrounded the Frenchmen, spread a greatcoat on the ground for the sick man, and brought some buckwheat porridge and vodka for both of them.
5 When Morel had drunk some vodka and finished his bowl of porridge he suddenly became unnaturally merry and chattered incessantly to the soldiers, who could not understand him.
6 They gave him some more porridge and Morel with a laugh set to work on his third bowl.
7 Breakfast-time came at last, and this morning the porridge was not burnt; the quality was eatable, the quantity small.
8 At the door of a cottage I saw a little girl about to throw a mess of cold porridge into a pig trough.
9 The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.
10 At his desire, she went hunting, which was his symbol of happiness, and she ordered porridge for breakfast, which was his symbol of morality.
11 We've had enough of bread and porridge.
12 I can tell you my mother's put to it to get porridge for 'em all.'
13 May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums.