"Well look—then go blind. Have you never seen such an animal? Have a look at it."
The gypsy woman uncovered the basket, in which lay the unhappy victim, reposing on its stomach, its scolloped ears still standing up straight.
A crowd began to collect round the disputants.
Mistress Boris burst in among them.
"There it is! That was my pig!"
"As much as the shadow of the Turkish Sultan's horse was yours. Off with you: don't look at it so hard, else you will be bewitched by it and your child will be like it."
The loiterers began to laugh at that; they were always ready to laugh at any rough jest.
The laughter enraged Kólya: he seized the much-discussed pig's hind legs and before the gypsy woman could prevent him, had torn it out of the basket.
But the pig was heavier than such animals are wont to be at that age, so that Kólya bumped the noble creature's nose against the ground.
As he did so a dollar rolled out of the pig's mouth.