Ivan having succeeded in plowing all but a small portion of his land, he returned the next day to finish it.

The pain in his stomach continued, but he felt that he must go on with his work.

He tried to start his plow, but it would not move; it seemed to have struck a hard root.

It was the small devil in the ground who had wound his feet around the plowshares and held them.
"This is strange," thought Ivan.

"There were never any roots here before, and this is surely one." Ivan put his hand in the ground, and, feeling something soft, grasped and pulled it out.