I had a little nut-tree,
Nothing would it bear.
I searched in all its branches,
But not a nut was there.
"Oh, little tree," I begged,
"Give me just a few."
The little tree looked down at me
And whispered, "Nuts to you."
by Robert FrostI stayed the night for shelter at a farm
Behind the mountain, with a mother and son,
Two old-believers. They did all the talking.
MOTHER. Folks think a witch who has familiar spirits
She could call up ...