"A long ago, in ancient time, an old man lived for us outside. He worked in a smithy at the large Moscow road| he worked as the improvised helper for a main blacksmith, because he badly saw eyes and in hands for him small it was force. He carried in a smithy water, sand and coal, blew up fur a furnace, held claws hot iron on an anvil, when a main blacksmith отковывал him, entered a horse in a machine-tool, to forge her, and did every other work that needed to be done. Called him Yefim, but all people named him Юшкой. He was small a height and thin| on wizen face him, instead of moustaches and beard, the rare grey hair| of eye grew on a separateness for him were white, as for слепца, and moisture, as uncooling off tears", always stood in them.