Hanging the whip again upon the wall, he led him quietly
from the house. "If you ever show yourself in my cottage again, or even
under the windows, look out, Petro! by Heaven, your black moustache will
disappear; and your black locks, though wound twice about your ears,
will take leave of your pate, or my name is not Terentiy Korzh." So
saying, he gave him a little taste of his fist in the nape of his neck,
so that all grew dark before Petrus, and he flew headlong. So there was
an end of their kissing. Sorrow seized upon our doves; and a rumor was
rife in the village, that a certain Pole, all embroidered with gold,
with moustaches, sabres, spurs, and pockets jingling like the bells of
the bag with which our sacristan Taras goes through the church every
day, had begun to frequent Korzh's house. Now, it is well known why the
father is visited when there is a black-browed daughter about. So, one
day, Pidorka burst into tears, and clutched the hand of her Ivas. "Ivas,
my dear! Ivas, my love! fly to Petrus, my child of gold, like an arrow
from a bow. Tell him all: I would have loved his brown eyes, I would
have kissed his white face, but my fate decrees not so. More than one
towel have I wet with burning tears.
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