So the brothers took the reed and started playing it themselves. They heard the very same thing.

So they seized the brothers and put them in jail.

In a certain tsardom, but not in our land, there lived and dwelt a rich merchant, whose wife was a beauty, and his daughter too, such that she surpassed her mother in beauty. But the time came and the merchant's wife fell ill and died. The merchant was sad but there was nothing to be done. He buried her, lamented and grieved, and then began casting his eyes on his daughter. His impure love enveloped him, and he came to his very own daughter and said, "Commit sin with me!" She broke into tears and tried and tried to persuade him, to implore him, but no, he would hear nothing of it. "If you don't agree," he said, "I'll take your life right now." So he committed this sin with her by force and from that time she began carrying a child. This merchant had twelve order clerks. As soon as he noted that his daughter was pregnant, he began asking her, "Listen, my dear daughter, when you give birth, whom will you blame?"