shovel, and was just going to shove him into the oven, when he went and knocked his forehead with his feet.
"That's not the way, Fílyushka," said the daughter of the Yagá-Búra.
"How then?" he answered. "I don't understand."
"Look here, just let go; I'll show you." She went and lay down on the shovel in the right fashion.
But, although Chufíl-Fílyushka was small, he was no fool! He stuffed her at once into the oven, and shut the oven-door with a bang.
About two or three hours later Fílyushka smelt a smell of good roast meat, opened the door, and took out the daughter of the Yagá-Búra well-cooked; buttered it over, put it into the frying-pan and covered it with a towel, and put it into the bunk; then he climbed up to the roof-tree and took away the business-day pestle and mortar of the Yagá-Búra.
About evening-time, the Yagá-Búra came in, went straight to the bunk and took the roast meat out; ate it all up, collected all the bones, laid them out on the ground in rows, and began to roll on them. But somehow she could not find her daughter, and thought she had gone away to another cottage to weave. But suddenly, whilst she was rolling, she said, "My dear daughter, do come to me and help me roll Fílyushka's little bones!"
Then Fílyushka cried out from the rafters: "Roll away, mother, and stand on your daughter's little bones!"
"Are you there, you brigand! You just wait, and I'll give it you!"
But little Chufíl was not frightened, and when the Yagá-Búra, gnashing her teeth, stamping on the ground, had got up to the ceiling, he just got hold of the pestle and with all his might struck her on the forehead, and down she flopped. Then Fílyushka climbed up on to the roof, and saw some geese flying, and called out to
