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
takes him."--"Tell me, darling sister," said the Tsarevich Ivan, "how
I may save our sister Neotsyenaya from the Forest Monster, and thee
from the Monster of the Sea?"--"If you like you may try your luck,
but you'll find it, I think, a ticklish business. Behind the great
sea Ocean here lies a large tsardom, and there reigns there not a
Tsar but a Tsaritsa called the Tsar-Maiden. If thou makest thy way
thither, and gettest into her fenced garden, then the Tsar-Maiden
will become thy consort, and she only can free us and restore us
to our father and mother. But the mischief of it is this--she has
a strict guard which will allow no one to cross the shore, a guard
all bristling with guns and lances, and fastened to each lance is a
head, and all these poor little heads are the heads of the youths who
came to woo the Tsar-Maiden. There were tsars, tsareviches, kings,
kings' sons, mightily strong warriors, and they came with hosts,
and they sailed with ships, and were able to do nothing; all of
them were stuck upon lances."--"Look now!" said the Tsarevich Ivan,
"what is there to fear? Terrible are the threats of Heaven and
manifold is the mercy of God. Tell me but how I may get to the
tsardom of the Tsar-Maiden."--"But is it a wise thing to make thy way
thither? Nevertheless I'll give thee my beloved sturgeon; sit upon
him and go thy way, and my swift runner the long-nosed sterlet shall
swim before thee to show the way." The brother and sister then said
farewell, the Tsarevich Ivan sat him on the sturgeon and sped away,
and the sterlet went on before to show the way. They fell in with some
crabs, and they saluted the Tsarevich Ivan with their moustaches, and
beat the drums with their clippers, and drove the little fishes out
of the way. But the sea is not the same thing as the dry land. There
was neither hemp nor bramble to hold on by, the way was slippery, as
slippery as grease. The Tsarevich Ivan slipped and slipped. Then he put
on his little invisible cap and saw that the guards of the Tsar-Maiden
were opening wide their eyes and gazing afar off, and saw nothing that
was going on beneath their noses, and they were still whetting their
swords and sharpening their spears. And the Tsarevich Ivan came to
the shore, the sturgeon set him safely on the quay, made an obeisance,
and jumped into the water again; but the Tsarevich Ivan went past the
guard without bending his knee, and entered the fenced garden as if
he were the master there; he walked about, he walked all over it, he
diverted himself, and ate of the luscious and transparent apples there.
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