Was-lived pop yes. They had a Cossack (that is, a batrac) Vanka, only the Cossack was not very good for them, it was painfully stingy. Here once went pop with a Cossack hay for ten miles. We arrived, put the wagon two. Suddenly a herd of cows came to the hay. Pop grabbed the twig and let them run, drove the cows and returned to the Cossack covered in sweat. Immediately, we finished the work and went home. It was dark.

“Roly,” said the priest, “is it better for us to spend the night in the village, even if at Gvozd, he is a kind man, and he has a covered yard.”

“Well, sir,” answered Vanka. We arrived in the village, begged for the night at the man. The Cossack entered the hut, prayed to God, bowed to the master and said:

- Look, master, when you start to have dinner, then say: “Sit down all the baptized,” and if you say ass: “Sit down, spiritual father!”, Then he will be angry with you and will not sit down for dinner: he doesn’t like being called that .

The priest straightened the horses and came to the hut, then the owner ordered his wife to gather on the table, and when everything was ready, he said:

- Sit down all baptized, have dinner!

All sat down, except the priest, he was sitting on the bench, but he thought that his master would ask especially, but something didn’t come true. Dined. The owner and asked the priest:

- What, Father Michael, did not sit down with us for dinner?

And the pop answered:

- I do not want to eat.

Began to go to bed. The owner took the priest and his Cossack to the cowgirl, because it was warmer than in the hut, pop lay on the stove, and the Cossack sat on the bed. Roly now fell asleep, and the priest still thinks how to find something to eat. And in the cattle there was nothing, beside the pot with the solution. Pop began to wake the Cossack.

- What, sir, need?

- Cossack, I want to eat.

“Well, so don't eat, the same bread in the baking dish as on the table,” said Vanka and got off the shelf, tilted the brewing and said:

- Will you!

The priest began to lap up from the pot, and Vanka seemed to have pushed her and casually poured the solution on her. Pop, cringing his fill, lay down again and soon fell asleep. At that time, the cow calved down in the yard and began to moo, the mistress heard, went out into the yard, took a calf, brought it to the cattle farm, shoved him on the stove to the ass, and she left. Pop woke up at night, hears: someone licks his tongue, grabbed the calf with his hand and began to wake the Cossack.

- What is needed again? - said Roly. And pop:

- Roly, because I have a calf on the stove, and I do not know where it came from.

- Here's something else that made up! He himself fathered a calf, and he says: I do not know where it came from.

- But how could this be so? - asks pop.

- And here is how: remember, father, how we put hay, you never know, you ran after the cows! Now I have given birth to a calf.

- Roly, how to make sure that the bang does not recognize?

- Come on, three hundred rubles, I'll do everything: no one will know!

Pop agreed.

“Look,” says the Cossack ass, “now go quietly home and wear my lipovki instead of boots.”

A priest just left, a Cossack immediately to his master:

- Oh, you donkeys, because you do not know what the calf ate, left only one boots: go - look.

The frightened peasant promised the Cossack three hundred rubles to do it so that no one would know about it. Roly promised to do everything, took the money, sat on the horse and rode for the priest. Overtakes him and says:

- Father! The calf is the owner wants to bring to the fall, but to say that you gave birth to him!

The priest was even more frightened and added Vanka hundreds: just do it all quietly.

“Go yourself, I'll do everything,” said the Cossack and went again to the peasant.

- After all, the fall will go crazy without a priest, you will be ill!

This dupe gave the Cossack a hundred more:

- Just fool me, don't tell anyone!

“Good, good,” said the Cossack, came to the churchyard, tore off the priest's money, walked away from him, got married and began to get on for himself, but for good.