"I will show you in a minute," he said. He went to the threshing-floor, pulled out a sheaf, straightened it up, placed it on end, and struck it against the ground. "At your master's command not a sheaf shall you stand, each straw a soldier shall be." The sheaf flew to pieces, and out came the soldiers, and the drums began to beat and the trumpets to sound. Iván told the soldiers to play songs, and went into the street with them. The people were surprised. The soldiers played songs, and then Iván took them back to the threshing-floor, and told nobody to follow him. He changed the soldiers back into a sheaf, and threw it on the loft. He went home and went to sleep behind the partition. VII. On the next morning his eldest brother, Semén the Warrior, heard of it, and he went to see Iván. "Reveal to me," he said, "where did you find those soldiers, and where did you take them to?" "What is that to you?" he said. "What a question! With soldiers anything may be done. You can get a kingdom for yourself." Iván was surprised. "Indeed? Why did you not tell me so long ago?" he said. "I will make as many for you as you please. Luckily the girl and I have threshed a lot of straw." Iván took his brother to the threshing-floor, and said: "Look here! I will make them for you, but you take them away, or else, if we have to feed them, they will ruin the village in one day." Semén the Warrior promised that he would take the soldiers away, and Iván began to make them. He struck a sheaf against the floor, there was a company; he struck another, there was a second, and he made such a lot of them that they took up the whole field. "Well, will that do?" Semén was happy, and said: "It will do. Thank you, Iván." "All right," he said. "If you need more, come to me, and I will make you more. There is plenty of straw to-day." Semén the Warrior at once attended to the army, collected it as was proper, and went forth to fight. No sooner had Semén the Warrior left, than Tarás the Paunch came. He, too, had heard of the evening's affair, and he began to beg his brother: "Reveal to me, where do you get the gold money from? If I had such free money, I would with it gather in all the money of the whole world." Iván was surprised. "Indeed? You ought to have told me so long ago," he said. "I will rub up for you as much as you want." His brother was glad: "Give me at least three seed-baskets full!" "All right," he said, "let us go to the woods! But hitch up the horse, or you will not be able to carry it away." They went to the woods, and Iván began to rub the oak leaves. He rubbed up a large heap. "Will that do, eh?" Tarás was happy. "It will do for awhile," he said. "Thank you, Iván." "You are welcome. If you need more, come to me, and I will rub up some more,--there are plenty of leaves left." Tarás the Paunch gathered a whole wagon-load of money, and went away to trade with it.