They chattered about this, that and the other among the rest about various marvels and strange things. Well, they saw something; it would have been nothing if only one had seen it, but all saw it, and it was this: the sheep raised his head; his goggling eyes became alive and sparkled; and the black, bristling mustache, which appeared for one instant, made a significant gesture at those present. All at once recognized Basavriuk`s countenance in the sheep`s head; my grandfather`s aunt thought it was on the point of asking her for vodka. The worthy elders seized their hats and hastened home.
Another time, the church elder himself, who was fond of an occasional private interview with my grandfather`s brandy-glass, had not succeeded in getting to the bottom twice, when he beheld the glass bowing very low to him. “Satan, take you, let us make the sign of the cross over you!” And the same marvel happened to his better half.
Trough sprang up
She had just begun to mix the dough in a huge kneading-trough when suddenly the trough sprang up. “Stop, stop! where are you going?” Putting its arms akimbo, with dignity, it went skipping all about the cottage. You may laugh, but is was no laughing matter to our grandfathers. And in vain did Father Athanasii go through the village with holy water, and chase the devil through all the streets with his brush. My late grandfather`s aunt long complained that, as soon as it was dark, some one came knocking at her door and scratching at the wall.
Well! all appears to be quiet now, in the place where our village stands; but it was not so very long ago my father was still alive- that
I remember how a good man could not pass the ruined tavern which a dishonest race had long managed for their own interest.
From the smoke-blackened chimneys smoke poured out in a pillar and, rising high in the air, rolled off like a cap, scattering burning coals over the steppe; and Satan (the son of a dog should not be mentioned) sobbed so pitifully in his lair that the startled ravens rose in flocks from the neighboring oak-wood and flew through the air with wild cries.
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