"I will bring it to you at once," he said.
He picked up the seed-basket and ran into the woods. The women laughed: "What a fool he is!" And they forgot about him, when, behold, he was running toward them, and carrying the basket full of something.
"Shall I let you have it?"
"Yes."
Iván picked up a handful of gold and threw it to the women. O Lord, how they darted for the money! The peasants rushed out and began to tear it out of the hands of the women. They almost crushed an old woman to death. Iván laughed.
"Oh, you fools," he said, "why did you crush that old woman? Be more gentle, and I will give you some more." He began to scatter more gold. People ran up, and Iván scattered the whole basketful. They began to ask for more. But Iván said:
"That is all. I will give you more some other time. Now let us have music! Sing songs!"
The women started a song.
"I do not like your kind of songs," he said.
"What kind is better?"