Looking between the ploughshares, I observed a bright object shining." "Well, what was it?
Hurry up!" "It was a small, five-kopeck wax candle, burning brightly, and the wind was unable to blow it out.

Peter, wearing a new shirt, sang beautiful hymns as he ploughed, and no matter how he handled the implement the candle continued to burn.

In my presence he fixed the plough, shaking it violently, but the bright little object between the colters remained undisturbed." "And what did Mikhayeff say ?" "He said nothing--except when, on seeing me, he gave me the holy-day salutation, after which he went on his way singing and ploughing as before.

I did not say anything to him, but, on approaching the other moujiks, I found that they were laughing and making sport of their silent companion.

'It is a great sin to plough on Easter Monday,' they said.