Once, during the hunting, the author was caught in a strong thunderstorm and he had to look for shelter in the forester’s cottage. The forester was incredible growth and enormous strength. His name was Foma Kuzmich, he had the nickname Biryuk. The author had already heard about him. The peasants believed that no more such a master of his craft would be found: he invariably caught those who stole the lordly forest and no promises or threats could be found. Biruk alone grows two children living with him in the hut. His wife ran away from him with a passing burgher. Going out into the yard to check out the lordly horse, Biryuk heard a tree cut in the woods, and hurried to the sound of an ax. The peasant-thief managed to catch. He began to ask Biryuk to let him go, complaining about extreme poverty, but the forester remained adamant. Then the angry peasant began to call Biryuk a bloodsucker, destroying hungry people. Foma could not stand it and pushed the peasant out of the hut, ordering him to get out of his way and not to be caught stealing again. The author was pleasantly surprised at the fairness of the forester and was deeply respected by this man.