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
say no to a bath, hung up his knapsack in the hut, and went into the
bath-room to bathe. But the godmother immediately bade her daughters
sew together in hot haste just such another knapsack as the old man's,
and when they had finished it, she foisted her knapsack on the old
man, and took his knapsack for herself. The old man noticed nothing,
and went home cheerily-cheerful; he sang songs and whistled all the
way, and no sooner did he get home than he cried to his old woman:
"Wife, wife, congratulate me upon the gift which I have got from the
son of the crane!" The old woman looked at him and thought: "You've
been drinking somewhere to-day, I know; I'll give you a lesson!" The
old man when he got into the hut immediately placed his knapsack in
the middle of the floor and cried: "Two out of the knapsack!" But
out of the knapsack came nobody at all. A second time he cried:
"Two out of the knapsack!" And again there was nobody. The old woman
when she saw this let loose the full flood of her abuse upon him,
flew at him like a whirlwind, caught up a wet mop on her way, and it
was as much as he could do to escape from her and dash out of the hut.
The poor fellow fell a-weeping, and went to the self-same spot in the
fields, thinking: "Perhaps I may meet the crane and get another such
knapsack from him!" And indeed the crane was there, and was waiting
for the old man with just such another knapsack. "Here is just such
another knapsack, and it will be of as good service as the former
one." The old man bowed to the very girdle and ran off home at full
speed. But on the way a doubt occurred to him: "If now this knapsack
be not quite the same as the other one, I shall get into a mess again
with my old woman--and this time I shall not be able to hide my head
from her even under the ground. Come along then: 'Two out of the
knapsack!'" Immediately two young men leaped out of the knapsack with
long sticks in their hands and began to belabour him, crying: "Don't
go to thy godmother; don't be fooled by honeyed words!" And they kept
on beating the old man till he bethought himself to say: "Two into the
knapsack!" Then the young men hid themselves in the knapsack. "Well,"
thought the old man, "I cracked up the other knapsack to my godmother
like a fool, but I shall not be a fool if I crack up this to her
also. I wonder if she would like to filch this one from me also? She'd
thank me on the other side of her mouth." So he went quite cheerily
to his godmother, hung up the knapsack on the wall, and said: "Pray,
heat me a bath, godmother."--"With pleasure, godson." The old man got
into the bath and had a good wash, staying as long as he could. The
godmother called her daughters, placed them behind the table, and said:
"Two out of the knapsack." And out of the knapsack leaped the young
men with the long sticks and began beating the godmother and crying:
"Give the old man back his knapsack." The godmother sent her eldest
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