CHAPTER VIII
HOW UNCLE SEMYON TOLD ABOUT HIS ADVENTURE IN
THE WOODS
One time in winter I had gone into the woods after timber. I had cut down three trees, and lopped off the limbs, and was hewing them, when I looked up and saw that it was getting late; that it was time to go home. But the weather was bad ; it was snowing and blowing. I said to myself:—
"The night is coming on, and you don't know the way."
I whipped up the horse and drove on; still there was no sign of outlet. Forest all around.
I thought how thin my shuba was; I was in danger of freezing to death.
I still pushed on; it grew dark, and I was entirely off the road.
I was just going to unyoke the sled and protect myself under it, when I heard not far away the jingle of bells. I went in the direction of the bells, and saw a troïka of roan horses, their manes tied with ribbons! their bells were jingling, and two young men were in the sleigh.
"Good evening, brothers."
"Good evening, peasant."
"Where is the road, brothers?"
"Here we are right on the road."
I went to them, and I saw that strangely enough the road was unbroken, all drifted over.
"Follow us," said they, and they whipped up their horses.
My wretched mare could not keep up with them. I began to shout:—
"Hold on, brothers!"
They waited for me, laughing.
"Get in with us," said they; "it will be easier for your horse without a load."
"Thank you," said I.
