Russian Fairy Tales from the Skazki of PolevoiPolevoi, P. (Petr)
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Russian Fairy Tales from the Skazki of Polevoi
Polevoi, P. (Petr)
Fairy tales -- Russia; Tales -- Russia
and hanged up in cages in the market-place as a laughing-stock to
all good people." And the King condescended to smile still more
pleasantly, and his grandees and his councillors held their sides,
and rolled about the floor for laughter, and they began with one voice
to praise his wisdom and thought amongst themselves, "What fun it will
be to see the old woman and her son hung up in cages! 'Tis as plain as
daylight; a beard will sooner grow out of the palm of his hand than
he be able to accomplish so shrewd a task." The poor old woman was
near to swooning. "What!" said she to the King, "is this thy final
sovereign word? Is this what I must say to my son?"--"Yes, thus must
thou say: if he accomplish this task, I will give him my daughter;
if he does not accomplish it, I will put you both into cages."
The poor old woman went home more dead than alive. She staggered
from side to side, and shed floods of scalding tears. When she saw
Martin, she began screeching at him from afar. "Did not I tell thee,
my son, to go and chop thine own wood? Now thou seest that our poor
little heads are lost." And she told her son all about it. "Cheer up,
mother," said little Martin, "pray to God and lie down to sleep, the
morning is always wiser than the evening." But he himself went out of
the hut, took his little ring from one hand and put it on the other,
and the twelve youths immediately appeared before him and said,
"What dost thou require?" He told them of the royal task, and the
twelve youths answered, "To-morrow, everything will be ready."
The King awoke next morning, and lo! right in front of his palace
towered another palace, and a crystal bridge led from one to the
other. Along the sides of the bridge stood luxuriant apple trees, and
upon them hung golden pippins, and birds of paradise were singing in
the trees; and on the right hand of the bridge, blazing like fire in
the sun, stood the cathedral with its golden pinnacles; and the bells
of the cathedral were ringing and pealing in all directions. The
King had to keep his word. He raised his son-in-law high in rank,
gave him a rich inheritance with his daughter, and he took her to
wife. Great was the wedding-feast. The wine flowed in streams, and
they drank of mead and beer till they could drink no more.
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