I will give you five gold rubles if you cross the cemetery and live.
Ivan was a timid little man- so timid that the the villagers called him "Pigeon" or mocked him with the title "Ivan the terrible." Every night Ivan stopped in at village cemetery. Ivan never crossed the cemetery to get to his lonely shack on the other side.
Ivan got dared to cross the cemetery tonight and he will be given five gold rubles. Stick the saber into the ground. In the morning, we shall, go there.And if the saber is in the ground- five gold rubles.
When Ivan was walking he reach the cemetery.
The wind howled around Ivan as he crossed the dirt road. Ivan has to go to the tome and drive the sword in the ground.
He recognized the large tomb. Ivan stared to rise from his knees. But he could not move. Something held him. Something gripped him in an unyielding and implacable hold. Ivan tugged and lurched and pulled-gasping in his panic, shaken by a monstrous fear. But something held Ivan. He cried out in terror, then made senseless gurgling noises.
They found Ivan, the next morning, on the ground in front of the tomb that was in the center of the cemetery. His face was not that of a frozen man's, but of a man killed by some nameless horror. And the lieutenant's saber was in the ground where Ivan had pounded it- through the dragging folds of his long coat.