"I cannot follow him," he continued.

"I will go now to the heaps and make everything rotten." Accordingly he went to a heap of the new-mown grain and began his fiendish work.

After wetting it he built a fire and warmed himself, and soon was fast asleep.
Ivan harnessed his horse, and, with his sister, went to bring the rye home from the field.
After lifting a couple of sheaves from the first heap his pitchfork came into contact with the little devil's back, which caused the latter to howl with pain and to jump around in every direction.

Ivan exclaimed: "See here! What nastiness! You again here ?" "I am another one!" said the little devil.

"That was my brother.