"I beg of you to let me go now," the little devil pleaded; "I will pass into the earth, never to return."
"Very well; you may go, and God bless you;" and as Ivan pronounced the name of God—the small devil disappeared into the earth like a flash, and only a slight opening in the ground remained.
Ivan placed in his hat what roots he had left, and proceeded to plow. Soon finishing his work, he turned his plow over and returned home.
When he reached the house he found his brother Simeon and his wife seated at the supper-table. His estate had been confiscated, and he himself had barely escaped execution by making his way out of prison, and having nothing to live upon had come back to his father for support.
Turning to Ivan he said: "I came to ask you to care for us until I can find something to do."
