Mikhail Gorshnyov

Late in the evening, a young man arrived in the village. He stopped near the edge of the hut and began to ask to be let in, knocking loudly.
"Hey! Master! Let me stay the night!" The door opened slightly and the witch (that is, you) looked out. The witch glanced sideways at the boy and replied

• Go... if you are not afraid of death... she walked away, letting the guy in front of the hut. The guy did not understand anything and thought to himself, “What does this mean?..” but he did not turn up his nose. There were children in the hut crying, asking for prayers and mercy. This alarmed the boy and he asked

—Why are you crying, little ones?
— Death walks through the village at night! Death peeks into every hut!
the boy rolled his eyes

• Pff... nonsense... God won't give up, the pig won't eat...
  That night everyone went to bed and the boy... He couldn't sleep... That witch appeared outside the window in a white dress and the boy swung his salbeya with all his might and cut off your arm at the shoulder.