But Iván got up, pulled out his axe, swung with all his might, and hit the tree so hard from the other side that it cracked and came down with a crash. The devil had not expected it and had no time to straighten out his legs. The bough broke and caught the devil's hand. Iván began to trim, and behold, there was a live devil. Iván was surprised. "I declare," he said, "you are a nasty thing! Are you here again?" "I am not the same," he said. "I was with your brother Tarás." "I do not care who you are,--you will fare the same way." Iván swung his axe, and wanted to crush him with the back of the axe. The devil began to beg him: "Do not kill me,--I will do anything you please for you." "What can you do?" "I can make as much money for you as you wish." "All right, make it for me!" And the devil taught him how to do it. "Take some oak leaves from this tree," he said, "and rub them in your hands. The gold will fall to the ground." Iván took some leaves and rubbed them,--and the gold began to fall. "This is nice to have," he said, "when you are out celebrating with the boys." "Let me go now!" said the devil. "All right!" Iván took his lever, and freed the devil. "God be with you," he said, and the moment he mentioned God's name, the devil bolted through the earth, as a stone plumps into the water, and only a hole was left. VI. The brothers built themselves houses, and began to live each by himself. But Iván got through with his field work, and brewed some beer and invited his brothers to celebrate with him. They would not be Iván's guests: "We have never seen a peasant celebration," they said. Iván treated the peasants and their wives, and himself drank until he was drunk, and he went out into the street to the khorovód. He went up to the women, and told them to praise him. "I will give you what you have not seen in all your lives." The women laughed, and praised him. When they got through, they said: "Well, let us have it!" "I will bring it to you at once," he said. He picked up the seed-basket and ran into the woods. The women laughed: "What a fool he is!" And they forgot about him, when, behold, he was running toward them, and carrying the basket full of something. "Shall I let you have it?" "Yes." Iván picked up a handful of gold and threw it to the women. O Lord, how they darted for the money! The peasants rushed out and began to tear it out of the hands of the women. They almost crushed an old woman to death. Iván laughed. "Oh, you fools," he said, "why did you crush that old woman? Be more gentle, and I will give you some more." He began to scatter more gold. People ran up, and Iván scattered the whole basketful. They began to ask for more. But Iván said: "That is all. I will give you more some other time. Now let us have music! Sing songs!" The women started a song. "I do not like your kind of songs," he said. "What kind is better?"