I thought the Fool would not succeed, but he started to work nevertheless.

Moaning with pain, he still continued to labor.

I broke one plow, but he replaced it with another, fixing it securely, and resumed work.

Going beneath the surface of the ground I took hold of the plowshares, but did not succeed in stopping Ivan.

He pressed so hard, and the colter was so sharp, that my hands were cut; and despite my utmost efforts, he went over all but a small portion of the field." He concluded with: "Come, brothers, and help me, for if we do not conquer him our whole enterprise will be a failure.