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
the forest, as thick-set as a haystack; there he stood, and in his
hand he held a club of oak. And the Giant said to the Tsarevich Ivan:
"Whither art thou going, oh worm?"--"I am going to the realm of the
Tsarevna Loveliness-Inexhaustible, to get the living-water for my
father, the Tsar."--"What, thou pigmy! I've been guarding her realm
here these hundred years. I have had my fill of heroes--not like thee
were the youths who came hither, yet they all fell beneath my hand,
and their bones all lie over there. But as for thee, thou art a mere
worm!" The Tsarevich saw that he could not overcome the giant, so he
turned his horse aside. He went on and on till he came to the very
depths of the forest, till he came upon a hut, and in this hut sat
a very old, old woman. The moment she saw the good youth she cried:
"Hail! Tsarevich Ivan, why hath God sent thee hither?" The Tsarevich
told her all his secrets. The old woman had pity on him, and drew from
her stove a magic poisonous weed and a little ball. "Go into the open
plain," said she, "rake up a fire, and throw this magic poisonous
weed into it. But mark me now; stand thou at the back of the blast,
lest the smoke from the fire blow upon thee. This blast will cause the
giant to be overcome by a deep sleep; then do thou cut off his head,
but roll the ball before thee and follow whithersoever it rolls. The
ball will lead thee to those very places where reigns the Tsarevna
Loveliness-Inexhaustible. The Tsarevna walks about there for nine days,
and on the tenth day after that she will refresh herself with the sleep
of heroes in her own place. But look to it that thou dost not enter
in by the gate, but leap right over the wall with all thy might, and
do not stick in the strings at the top of the wall, lest thou arouse
the whole empire, when thou wilt not escape alive. But the moment
thou hast leaped over the wall, go straight into the palace--into
the back-chamber; open the door very, very softly, and draw out the
flask of living-water from beneath the pillow of the Tsarevna. But
when thou hast got the flask, hasten back as quickly as thou camest,
nor look for an instant upon the beauty of the Tsarevna, lest it be too
much for thee, good youth!" The Tsarevich Ivan thanked the old woman,
and did everything she bade him. As soon as he had lit the fire, he
threw the weed into it so that the smoke spread in the direction where
the wild man was standing on guard; the eyes of the giant grew dim,
he began to yawn and stretch, he laid him on the damp earth and began
to sleep soundly--very soundly. The Tsarevich Ivan cut off his head,
rolled the little ball along, and went on further. He went on and on,
and far away the golden palace began to gleam amidst the green of the
forest. All at once a column of dust came out of the palace and along
the road, and the gleam of lances and cuirasses was visible through
the dust, and there was a sound as of the trampling of many warlike
chargers.
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