Iván took the roots, tore them up, and swallowed one. His belly-ache stopped at once.
Then the devil began to beg again:
"Let me go, now, and I will slip through the earth, and will not come up again."
"All right," he said, "God be with you!"
And the moment Iván mentioned God's name, the devil bolted through the earth, as a stone plumps into the water, and only a hole was left. Iván put the remaining two roots in his cap, and started to finish his work. He ploughed up the strip, turned over the plough, and went home. He unhitched the horse, came to the house, and there found his eldest brother, Semén the Warrior, with his wife, eating supper. His estate had been taken from him, and he had with difficulty escaped from prison and come to his father's to live.
Semén saw Iván, and, "I have come to live with you," he said. "Feed me and my wife until I find a new place!"
"All right," he said, "stay here!"
Iván wanted to sit down on a bench, but the lady did not like the smell of Iván. So she said to her husband:
"I cannot eat supper with a stinking peasant."
"All right," he said, "I have to go anyway to pasture the mare for the night."