Tarás's imp, being also free that night, came, as agreed, to help his comrades subdue Iván the Fool. He came to the cornfield, looked and looked for his comrades -- no one was there. He only found a hole. He went to the meadow, and there he found an imp's tail in the swamp, and another hole in the rye stubble.
"Evidently, some ill-luck has befallen my comrades," thought he. "I must take their place and tackle the fool."
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