In the twilight the heels of red boots were always visible in the place where Pidorka chatted with her Peter.

But Korzh would never have suspected anything out of the way, only one day--it is evident that none but the Evil One could have inspired him--Peter took into his head to kiss the maiden's rosy lips with all his heart, without first looking well about him; and that same Evil One--may the son of a dog dream of the holy cross!--caused the old grey-beard, like a fool, to open the cottage door at that same moment.
Korzh was petrified, dropped his jaw, and clutched at the door for support.

Those unlucky kisses completely stunned him.
Recovering himself, he took his grandfather's hunting whip from the wall, and was about to belabour Peter's back with it, when Pidorka's little six-year-old brother Ivas rushed up from somewhere or other, and, grasping his father's legs with his little hands, screamed out, "Daddy, daddy! don't beat Peter!" What was to be done?
A father's heart is not made of stone.

Hanging the whip again on the wall, he led Peter quietly from the house.

"If you ever show yourself in my cottage again, or even under the windows, look out, Peter, for, by heaven, your black moustache will disappear; and your black locks, though wound twice about your ears, will take leave of your pate, or my name is not Terentiy Korzh." So saying, he gave him such a taste of his fist in the nape of his neck, that all grew dark before Peter, and he flew headlong out of the place.
So there was an end of their kissing.