It happened shortly before the revolution. As usual in August, the weather is changeable in the Russian North. Crops harvested, hot days alternate with cold ones, but it's always warm on the Day of Assumption. In the morning, all people of Kenozero gather for the church service, following which they hurry to the village of Vershinino for the Assumption Fair. With almost any product one can think of – fish, pretzels, garments, carvings, candies, nuts – the fair is crowded with people. Trade is in full swing, as is the exchange of news with merchants coming from Karelia and Kargopol.
Suddenly, someone cries, "Thief. Stop the thief!"
Someone tried to steal a clay pot from potter Vakhrameev, a native of Karpova Gora.
The thief is caught and brought to the stalls of potter Vakhrameev. He, a boy of about thirteen, his feet bare, shirt torn, eyes full of fear, doesn't look much of a thief.
"Please believe me, I didn't want to steal your pot, Mister. I just wanted to have a look at the pots by Fyodor Dmitrievich."
Fyodor Dmitrievich is a potter based in Karpova Gora. He is known for his excellent cups, milk jugs, dishes, pots, and other utensils that have found fame across the entire county.
The potter stands picking his beard. The gathering crowd is waiting to hear him speak.
"Let him go," says the potter. "He isn't a thief."
After the crowd has dispersed, the potter asks the boy:
"Why did you try to steal my pot? I saw you put it under your shirt."
"My masters told me to do it. I'm an apprentice potter from the village next to Karpova Gora. They wanted your pot to find out what makes them unbreakable. I swear to God, Fyodor Dmitrievich, I didn't mean to steal it."