"What are you thinking about? Have you grown so bashful, forsooth? Go and see the good lad off." There was no help for it. Out she went, not knowing what would come of it. As soon as they got into the streets he began questioning her: "You were in the church last night?" "No." "And saw what I was doing there?" "No." "Very well! To-morrow your father will die!" Having said this, he disappeared. Marusia returned home grave and sad. When she woke up in the morning, her father lay dead! They wept and wailed over him, and laid him in the coffin. In the evening her mother went off to the priest's, but Marusia remained at home. At last she became afraid of being alone in the house. "Suppose I go to my friends," she thought. So she went, and found the Evil One there. "Good evening, Marusia! why arn't you merry?" "How can I be merry? My father is dead!" "Oh! poor thing!" They all grieved for her. Even the Accursed One himself grieved; just as if it hadn't all been his own doing. By and by they began saying farewell and going home. "Marusia," says he, "see me off." She didn't want to. "What are you thinking of, child?" insist the girls. "What are you afraid of? Go and see him off." So she went to see him off. They passed out into the street. "Tell me, Marusia," says he, "were you in the church?" "No." "Did you see what I was doing?" "No." "Very well! To-morrow your mother will die." He spoke and disappeared. Marusia returned home sadder than ever. The night went by; next morning, when she awoke, her mother lay dead! She cried all day long; but when the sun set, and it grew dark around, Marusia became afraid of being left alone; so she went to her companions. "Why, whatever's the matter with you? you're clean out of countenance!"[21] say the girls. "How am I likely to be cheerful? Yesterday my father died, and to-day my mother." "Poor thing! Poor unhappy girl!" they all exclaim sympathizingly. Well, the time came to say good-bye. "See me off, Marusia," says the Fiend. So she went out to see him off. "Tell me; were you in the church?" "No." "And saw what I was doing?" "No." "Very well! To-morrow evening you will die yourself!" Marusia spent the night with her friends; in the morning she got up and considered what she should do. She bethought herself that she had a grandmother--an old, very old woman, who had become blind from length of years. "Suppose I go and ask her advice," she said, and then went off to her grandmother's. "Good-day, granny!" says she. "Good-day, granddaughter! What news is there with you? How are your father and mother?" "They are dead, granny," replied the girl, and then told her all that had happened. The old woman listened, and said:--