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"Good day, gossip Thaddeus!"
„Good day, gossip Egor!"
Well, friend, how are you getting on?"
"Oh, gossip, I see you don't know about my misfortune. God has afiiicted me: I have burnt myself out of house and home, and have been obliged to go about begging ever since."
"How ever did you manage that? That was a poor joke, my friend."
"Just so. On Christmas Day we had a feast. I went out to give the horses their food, candle in hand. I must confess there was a buzzing in my head. Well, I don't know how it was, but I must have let a spark fall. I just managed to save myself; but my homestead was burnt, and all I had in it. Now for your story."
"Ah, Thaddeus, a sad piece of work! With me, also, it seems, God has been angry. You see, I have no feet left. I think it's a perfect miracle that I escaped with my life. I went to the cellar for beer. It was Christmas Day in my case too, and I, too, must confess that I had swallowed a little too much brandy along with my friends. Well, that I mightn't set the house on fire in my drunkenness, I blew the candle light out. But the devil gave me such a fall down-stairs in the dark, that he made me a mere wreck of a man; and here I 've been a cripple ever since."
"Blame yourselves, friends," said their kinsman Stefan. To tell the truth, I don't think it a miracle that one of you has burnt his house down, and the other is on crutches.
Things go ill with a drunken man, when he has a candle in his hand; but he is even worse off when he is in the dark."
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