“Have you been to the village this evening?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Did you drink any gorelka?”
“Bah, what’s the use of talking to a fool? I did have some gorelka at the priest’s, but all the same I have just seen with my own eyes the devil resting on the dam with the Jew in his claws.”
“Where?”
“Right there, in the middle of the dam.”
“And what happened next?”
“Well, and then——” the miller whistled and waved his hand in the air.