I am the one who was sent to your brother Simeon." "Well," said Ivan, "it matters not who you are.

I will fix you all the same." As Ivan was about to strike the first blow the devil pleaded: "Let me go and I will do you no more harm.

I will do whatever you wish." "What can you do for me ?" asked Ivan.
"I can make soldiers from almost anything." "And what will they be good for ?" "Oh, they will do everything for you!" "Can they sing ?" "They can." "Well, make them." "Take a bunch of straw and scatter it on the ground, and see if each straw will not turn into a soldier." Ivan shook the straws on the ground, and, as he expected, each straw turned into a soldier, and they began marching with a band at their head.
"Ishty [look you], that was well done! How it will delight the village maidens!" he exclaimed.
The small devil now said: "Let me go; you do not need me any longer." But Ivan said: "No, I will not let you go just yet.

You have converted the straw into soldiers, and now I want you to turn them again into straw, as I cannot afford to lose it, but I want it with the grain on." The devil replied: "Say: 'So many soldiers, so much straw.'" Ivan did as directed, and got back his rye with the straw.
The small devil again begged for his release.
Ivan, taking him from the pitchfork, said: "With God's blessing you may depart"; and, as before at the mention of God's name, the little devil was hurled into the earth like a flash, and nothing was left but the hole to show where he had gone.
Soon afterward Ivan returned home, to find his brother Tarras and his wife there.

Tarras-Briukhan could not pay his debts, and was forced to flee from his creditors and seek refuge under his father's roof.