Christmas Eve

The frost increased, and it became so cold at the top that the devil jumped from one hoof to another and blew into his fist, wanting to somehow warm up his frozen hands. It is not surprising, however, that someone who pushed from morning to morning in hell, where, as you know, is not as cold as ours in winter, and where, putting on a cap and standing in front of the hearth, as if in fact a kukhmaster, would freeze he is sinners with the pleasure with which a woman usually fry sausage for Christmas.
The witch herself felt that it was cold, despite the fact that she was warmly dressed; and therefore, raising her hands up, she put her foot down and, bringing herself to such a position as a man flying on skates, without moving a single joint, descended through the air, as if along an icy sloping mountain, and straight into a pipe. The devil followed her in the same order. But since this animal is more agile than any dandy in stockings, it is not surprising that at the very entrance to the chimney he ran over the neck of his mistress, and both found themselves in a spacious stove between the pots.