“Why beatest thou the horse, brigand?” asked the young girl.
The lad lifted the tail, looked at it and said:
“And what should I do? Futter her? But I have no yard.”
When the girl heard his words, she pissed herself with joy, saying:
“Behold! the good God hath sent me a fiancé after my liking!”
She returned to her house, sat down in a secluded corner, and fell to pouting. Presently all the family seated themselves at table, calling on her to come, but she replied in anger:
“I will not!”
“Come, Douniouchka,” said the mother. “What art thinking of? Tell me.”
The father intervened.
“Why dost pout? Perchance thou dost desire to wed? Thou wouldst wed with this one and not with that?” The young girl had but one idea in her head: to wed Ivan the No-Yard.