“I,” answered the little boy.
“Who is ‘I’?”
“I.”
“Art thou Yanoshka?” asked the devil.
“I am.”
“What journey art thou on?”
“I am looking for the world-beautifully sounding tree. Hast thou not heard of it, my lord elder brother?”
“I have not heard of it; but in such and such a place my brother stands guard, and if he has not heard of it, then no one in the world has.”
Yanoshka went forward on the right road in search of the world-sounding tree. He travelled and journeyed till he came to another enchanted dark castle; there a big, lame, hairy devil was standing on guard who shouted to our Yanoshka in great anger. Our Yanoshka was much braver now, for he knew he had nothing to fear.
“Who is it?” called out the devil.