One day a man died on a farm. He was a smoker and left behind some tobacco in his pouch.
An old woman lived on this farm. She loved to snuff tobacco. She took the tobacco pouch and in the evening, going to bed in her room, put it under her pillow.
The old woman quickly fell asleep, but suddenly woke up when a dead man came there and tried to get the tobacco pouch from under the pillow with his hand.
The old woman was not afraid and said:
– You will never get this tobacco, now you have nothing to do with it.
At this point he retreated, and she took the pouch and put it further under the pillow, turned to the wall and fell asleep.
But suddenly the old woman woke up again because the dead man was fumbling for the pouch under her, and then she said:
- You are not at peace. Get away because you'll never get that pouch.
She stood up, blew her nose, took a good amount of snuff from her pouch, rose to her feet completely naked and pushed it between the beams under the ceiling as high as she could reach, while the ghost disappeared.
The old woman lay down, turned to the edge of the bed and dozed off a little, and when she woke up, she saw that the ghost was standing on the edge of the bed and reaching for the beam.
Then the old woman said:
“And you are funny, pervert, but still you will never get this pouch.”
She jumped to her feet, pushed him off the edge of the bed, and took a good snuff from the pouch, then lay down on the bed and put it under her armpit, and then the ghost disappeared for good.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru