Christmas Eve

- Give it back, dad, Oksana for me!
- Chub thought a little, looked at the cap and belt: the cap was wonderful, the belt was also not inferior to her; remembered the treacherous Solokha and said resolutely:
- Good! Send matchmakers!
- Ay! - Oksana screamed, stepping over the threshold and seeing the blacksmith, and stared with amazement and joy into his eyes.
- Look at the slivers I brought you! - said Vakula, - the ones worn by the queen.
- No! no! I don't need chereviks! - she said, waving her hands and not taking her eyes off him, - I am without the chereviks ... - Then she did not finish and blushed.
The blacksmith came closer, took her hand; the beauty lowered her eyes. She has never been so wonderfully good. The delighted blacksmith kissed her softly, and her face lit up more and more, and she became even better.