St. John's Eve

No one could have recognized this village of ours a little over a hundred years ago: a hamlet it was, the poorest kind of a hamlet. Half a score of miserable izbas, unplastered, badly thatched, were scattered here and there about the fields. There was not an enclosure or decent shed to shelter animals or wagons. That was the way the wealthy lived; and if you had looked for our brothers, the poor, -- why, a hole in the ground, -- that was a cabin for you Only by the smoke could you tell that a God-created man lived there. You ask why they lived so? It was not entirely through poverty: almost everyone led a wandering, Cossack life, and gathered not a little plunder in foreign lands; it was rather because there was no reason for setting up a well-ordered khata (wooden house). How many people were wandering all over the country, -- Crimeans, Poles, Lithuanians It was quite possible that their own countrymen might make a descent, and plunder everything. Anything was possible.In this hamlet a man, or rather a devil in human form, often made his appearance. . . .