"Reveal to me, where do you get the gold money from? If I had such free money, I would with it gather in all the money of the whole world."
Iván was surprised.
"Indeed? You ought to have told me so long ago," he said. "I will rub up for you as much as you want."
His brother was glad:
"Give me at least three seed-baskets full!"
"All right," he said, "let us go to the woods! But hitch up the horse, or you will not be able to carry it away."
They went to the woods, and Iván began to rub the oak leaves. He rubbed up a large heap.
"Will that do, eh?"
Tarás was happy.
"It will do for awhile," he said. "Thank you, Iván."