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LEGENDS, part 2 · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/) **2** - [101](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/101/) — How's that?" - [102](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/102/) — "Why, this way. - [103](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/103/) — The Moujik sold it last week to the Elijah Priest, and got all the money for it. - [104](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/104/) — And so, methinks, the Priest may whistle for his money!" - [105](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/105/) — "Stop a bit!" said Elijah. " - [106](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/106/) — I'll set the field all right again. - [107](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/107/) — It shall be twice as good as it was before." - [108](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/108/) — They finished talking, and went each his own way. - [109](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/109/) — St. Nicholas returned to the Moujik, and said: - [110](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/110/) — "Go to the Priest and buy back your crop--you won't lose anything by it." - [111](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/111/) — The Moujik went to the Priest, made his bow, and said: - [112](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/112/) — "I see, your Reverence, God has sent you a misfortune--the hail has beaten the whole field so flat you might roll a ball over it. - [113](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/113/) — Since things are so, let's go halves in the loss. - [114](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/114/) — I'll take my field back, and here's half of your money for you to relieve your distress." - [115](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/115/) — The Priest was rejoiced, and they immediately struck hands on the bargain. - [116](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/116/) — Meanwhile--goodness knows how--the Moujik's ground began to get all right. - [117](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/117/) — From the old roots shot forth new tender stems. - [118](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/118/) — Rain-clouds came sailing exactly over the cornfield and gave the soil to drink. - [119](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/119/) — There sprang up a marvellous crop--tall and thick. - [120](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/120/) — As to weeds, there positively was not one to be seen. - [121](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/121/) — And the ears grew fuller and fuller, till they were fairly bent right down to the ground. - [122](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/122/) — Then the dear sun glowed, and the rye grew ripe--like so much gold did it stand in the fields. - [123](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/123/) — Many a sheaf did the Moujik gather, many a heap of sheaves did he set up; and now he was beginning to carry the crop, and to gather it together into ricks. — checked by a teacher - [124](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/124/) — At that very time Elijah and Nicholas came walking by again. - [125](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/125/) — Joyfully did the Prophet gaze on all the land, and say: - [126](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/126/) — "Only look, Nicholas! what a blessing! - [127](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/127/) — Why, I have rewarded the Priest in such wise, that he will never forget it all his life." - [128](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/128/) — "The Priest? - [129](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/129/) — No, brother! the blessing indeed is great, but this land, you see, belongs to the Moujik. - [130](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/130/) — The Priest hasn't got anything whatsoever to do with it." - [131](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/131/) — "What are you talking about?" - [132](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/132/) — "It's perfectly true. - [133](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/133/) — When the hail beat all the cornfield flat, the Moujik went to the Priest and bought it back again at half price." - [134](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/134/) — "Stop a bit!" says Elijah. " - [135](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/135/) — I'll take the profit out of the corn. - [136](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/136/) — However many sheaves the Moujik may lay on the threshing-floor, he shall never thresh out of them more than a peck\[446\] at a time." - [137](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/137/) — "A bad piece of work!" thinks St. Nicholas. - [138](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/138/) — Off he went at once to the Moujik. - [139](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/139/) — "Mind," says he, "when you begin threshing your corn, never put more than one sheaf at a time on the threshing-floor." [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/57/) **2** - ← previous: [Chapter VI. LEGENDS, part 1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg22373/56/) - next →: [Chapter VI. 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