The Possessed or the Devils

"Strike me dead, the track has vanished, Well, what now? We've lost the way, Demons have bewitched our horses, Led us in the wilds astray. "What a number! Whither drift they? What's the mournful dirge they sing? Do they hail a witch's marriage Or a goblin's burying?" Pushkin. "And there was one herd of many swine feeding on this mountain; and they besought him that he would suffer the...