The woman took the money, and put Anyutka to sleep on the stove where at the time the brooms were drying. And on the same stove, on the brooms, the forester's daughter, a girl as small as our Anyutka, was asleep. And Anyutka used to tell us afterwards that there was such a scent from the brooms, they smelt of honey! Anyutka lay down, but she could not get to sleep, she kept crying quietly; she was sorry for father, and terrified. But, sir, an hour or two passed, and she saw those very three robbers who had tortured father walk into the hut; and the one in the crimson shirt, with big jaws, their leader, went up to the woman and said:
"Well, wife, we have simply murdered a man for nothing. To-day we killed a man at dinner-time, we killed him all right, but not a farthing did we find."
So this fellow in the crimson shirt turned out to be the forester, the woman's husband.
"The man's dead for nothing," said his ragged companions. "In vain we have taken a sin on our souls."
The forester's wife looked at all three and laughed.
"What are you laughing at, silly?"
"I am laughing because I haven't murdered anyone, and I have not taken any sin on my soul, but I have found the money."
"What money? What nonsense are you talking!"
"Here, look whether I am talking nonsense."
The forester's wife untied the parcel and,
