Iván laughed.
"All right," he said, "I will earn it again."
So Tarás, too, received his part. Tarás took the grain to town, and drove off the gray stallion, and Iván was left with one old mare, and he went on farming and supporting his father and his mother.
II.
The old devil was vexed because the brothers had not quarrelled in dividing up, but had parted in love. And so he called up three young devils.
"You see," he said, "there are three brothers, Semén the Warrior, Tarás the Paunch, and Iván the Fool. They ought to be quarrelling, but, instead, they live peacefully; they exchange with each other bread and salt. The fool has spoiled all my business. Go all three of you.—get hold of them, and mix them up in such a way that they shall tear out one another's eyes. Can you do it?"
"We can," they said.
"How are you going to do it?"