ABSTRACT
In a far-away province in a village unknown of a district over there, in our courtyard, there was this peasant who had two sons, Semen and Boris. Semen shocked a hundred bushels a day, but Boris was a bom thief. The peasant, their father, lived at the landlord’s, at the boss’s. The father sent the younger one to watch the horses. He waited and waited, but then he gave up. He went to the bazaar, looked around, and the horses were with a Gypsy. He went home and Boris was at home. What should he do? He thought and thought. “I’ll send him into the army. They’ll teach him not to thieve. There they terrify fools.”
