In the morning the poor men got up, and they arrived at his own city of Filuyán. And they reached the abode of the Tsar and began to beg for alms. At this time the Tsar was holding a mighty feast, and he bade the poor be summoned into the palace, bade them be fed sufficiently, and he bade the food of the poor men be taken into the Tsar’s palace and put into a special room. And, when the Tsar’s feast was over and the _boyárs_[31] and the guests had all separated, the angel who had taken the form of the Tsar Angéy came to him in the palace where Angéy the Tsar was dining with the beggars: “Dost thou know of a proud and mighty Tsar, how he profaned the word of the Gospel?” And he began to teach him and to instruct him before all of the world, that he must not profane the word of the Gospel, and must show respect for the priests, and must not upraise himself, but must be kindly and inclined to the ways of peace. THE FEAST OF THE DEAD Some girls were out at night for the evening, and arranged for an evening party. They went out to get some _vódka_. There were bones lying on the road. “Ho!” they said, “bones, bones, come and be our guests: we are having an evening party.” So, they went back home, brought the _vódka_, and stepped in over the threshold. But the bones came and sat at the table just like men, and said to the maidens, “Now give us the brandy.” So the girls gave them brandy. “Give us bread!” So they gave them bread. They all sat down to eat, and one maiden dropped the meat. Then the bones began lifting and stretching their legs under the bench. The girls tried to run away; and the bones raced after them. The bones caught one girl up, and broke her across their knees. The other girls made their escape into the loft; one girl hid behind the water-butt. The bones ran up to the loft and asked: “What is there up there?” “God’s taper.” “But down there?” “The Devil’s poker,” she answered. So the bones hauled the second girl out and strangled her. THE QUARRELSOME WIFE “Father, I should like to marry! Mother, I should like to marry, I should really,” said the youth. “Well then, my child—marry.” So he married, and chose a lanky, black, squinting wife. She would have pleased Satan more than the clear-eyed hawk, and it was no good frothing at anybody: he was the only person in the wrong. So he lived with her and wrung his tears out with his fist. One day he went out where audiences were being given, stood there, and came home. “Wherever have you been sauntering?” asked his squint-eyed wife. “What have you seen?” “Oh, they say that a new Tsar has come on the throne and has issued a new _úkaz_ that wives are to command their husbands!”