“I.”
“Art thou Yanoshka?”
“I am, at the service of my lord elder brother.”
“Why art thou journeying here in this strange land, where even a bird does not go?”
“I am looking for the world-beautifully sounding tree. Hast thou not heard of it, my lord elder brother?”
“What is the use in delay or denial? I have not heard; but in such and such a place my eldest brother is on guard, and if he knows nothing of it, then no one in the world knows.”
With this Yanoshka moved on towards the third enchanted castle; when he came, there was a big, lame, hairy devil on guard, who called out in great anger to Yanoshka: “Who is that?”
“I.”
“Thou art Yanoshka?”
“I am.”