One day he made a doll, with a nose, and hands, and legs, in a Tartar shirt, and put the doll on the roof. The Tartar maidens were going for water. His master's daughter, Dina, saw the doll, and she called up the Tartar girls. They put down their pitchers, and looked, and laughed. Zhilín took down the doll and gave it to them. They laughed, and did not dare take it. He left the doll, and went back to the shed to see what they would do. Dina ran up, looked around, grasped the doll, and ran away with it. In the morning, at daybreak, he saw Dina coming out with the doll in front of the house. The doll was all dressed up in red rags, and she was rocking the doll and singing to it in her fashion. The old woman came out. She scolded her, took the doll away from her and broke it, and sent Dina to work. Zhilín made another doll, a better one than before, and he gave it to Dina. One day Dina brought him a small pitcher. She put it down, herself sat down and looked at him, and laughed, as she pointed to the pitcher. "What is she so happy about?" thought Zhilín. He took the pitcher and began to drink. He thought it was water, but, behold, it was milk. He drank the milk, and said: "It is good!" Dina was very happy. "Good, Iván, good!" and she jumped up, clapped her hands, took away the pitcher, and ran off. From that time she brought him milk every day on the sly. The Tartars make cheese-cakes from goat milk, and dry them on the roofs,--and so she brought him those cakes also. One day the master killed a sheep, so she brought him a piece of mutton in her sleeve. She would throw it down and run away. One day there was a severe storm, and for an hour the rain fell as though from a pail. All the streams became turbid. Where there was a ford, the water was now eight feet deep, and stones were borne down. Torrents were running everywhere, and there was a roar in the mountains. When the storm was over, streams were coming down the village in every direction. Zhilín asked his master to let him have a penknife, and with it he cut out a small axle and little boards, and made a wheel, and to each end of the wheel he attached a doll. The girls brought him pieces of material, and he dressed the dolls: one a man, the other a woman. He fixed them firmly, and placed the wheel over a brook. The wheel began to turn, and the dolls to jump. The whole village gathered around it; boys, girls, women, and men came, and they clicked with their tongues: "Ai, Uruss! Ai, Iván!" Abdul had a Russian watch, but it was broken. He called Zhilín, showed it to him, and clicked his tongue. Zhilín said: "Let me have it! I will fix it!" He took it to pieces with a penknife; then he put it together, and gave it back to him. The watch was running now. The master was delighted. He brought his old half-coat,--it was all in rags,--and made him a present of it. What could he do but take it? He thought it would be good enough to cover himself with in the night.