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been caught in one of his traps, and as he had forgotten entirely that the old woman had not shared his vodka, he was violently surprised when she gave him a cruel kick, without paying any attention to his good news.
Later, as he lay prostrate on the bed, she managed to give him another blow in the back with her fist.
Meanwhile the solemn, festal chiming of the bells broke over Chalgan and floated far, far away into the distance.
He lay on his bed with his head burning and his vitals on fire. The strong mixture of vodka and mahorka was coursing through his veins, and trickles of melted snow were running down his face and back.
His wife thought him asleep, but he was not sleeping. He could not get the idea of that fox out of his head. He had succeeded in convincing himself absolutely that a fox had been caught in one of his traps, and he even knew which trap it was. He saw the fox pinned under the heavy log, saw it tearing at the snow with its claws and struggling to be free, while the moonbeams stole into the thicket and played over its red-gold fur. The eyes of the wild creature were glowing at his approach.
He could stand it no longer. He rose from his bed, and started to find his faithful pony who was to carry him into the forest.
But what was this? Had the strong arms of his
