"All right!" Iván caught him on the cart-hurdle, held him down with his hand, and pulled him off the fork. "God be with you!" he said. The moment he said, "God be with you," the devil bolted through the earth, as a stone plumps into the water, and only a hole was left. Iván went home, and there he found his second brother. Tarás and his wife were sitting and eating supper. Tarás the Paunch had not calculated right, and so he ran away from his debts and came to his father's. When he saw Iván, he said: "Iván, feed me and my wife until I go back to trading!" "All right," he said, "stay with us!" Iván took off his caftan, and seated himself at the table. But the merchant's wife said: "I cannot eat with a fool. He stinks of sweat." So Tarás the Paunch said: "Iván, you do not smell right, so go and eat in the vestibule!" "All right," he said, and, taking bread, he went out. "It is just right," he said, "for it is time for me to go and pasture the mare for the night." V. That night Tarás's devil got through with his job, and he went by agreement to help out his comrades,--to get the best of Iván the Fool. He came to the field and tried to find his comrades, but all he saw was a hole in the ground; he went to the meadows, and found a tail in the swamp, and in the rye stubbles he found another hole. "Well," he thought, "evidently some misfortune has befallen my comrades; I must take their place, and go for the fool." The devil went forth to find Iván. But Iván was through with the field, and was chopping wood in the forest. The brothers were not comfortable living together, and they had ordered the fool to cut timber with which to build them new huts. The devil ran to the woods, climbed into the branches, and did not let Iván fell the trees. Iván chopped the tree in the right way, so that it might fall in a clear place; he tried to make it fall, but it came down the wrong way, and fell where it had no business to fall, and got caught in the branches. Iván made himself a lever with his axe, began to turn the tree, and barely brought it down. Iván went to chop a second tree, and the same thing happened. He worked and worked at it, and brought it down. He started on a third tree, and again the same happened. Iván had expected to cut half a hundred trunks, and before he had chopped ten it was getting dark. Iván was worn out. Vapours rose from him as though a mist were going through the woods, but he would not give up. He chopped down another tree, and his back began to ache so much that he could not work: he stuck the axe in the wood, and sat down to rest himself. The devil saw that Iván had stopped, and was glad: "Well," he thought, "he has worn himself out, and he will stop soon. I will myself take a rest," and he sat astride a bough, and was happy.