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
Verlioka flew into a rage and seized the pot by the handle, but the
handle broke, and all the pottage was scattered over the floor, and
the acorn leaped out of the pot and flipped Verlioka in his one eye
so that it was put out entirely. Verlioka fell a-shrieking, fought
about the air with his arms, and would have made for the door; but
where was the door? he could not see it! Then the little cord wound
itself about his legs and he fell on the threshold, and the little
water-mill on the top of him off the bench. Then the grandfather
rushed out of the corner and pitched into him with his iron crutch,
and the drake on the top of the stove screeched with all its might:
"Tak, tak, tak! Pitch into him! pitch into him!" Neither his wrath
nor his strength was of any good to Verlioka. The grandfather beat
him to death with his iron crutch, and after that, destroyed his
hut and laid bare the dungeon beneath it, and out of the dungeon he
drew his grandchildren, and dragged all Verlioka's riches home to his
old woman. And so he lived and prospered with his old woman and his
grandchildren, and plucked and ate his peas in peace and quietness. So
there's a skazka [37] for you--and I deserve a cake or two also.
THE FROG-TSAREVNA.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain Empire, there lived a Tsar with
his Tsaritsa, and he had three sons, all of them young, valiant,
and unwedded, the like of whom is not to be told in tales nor written
by pens, and the youngest of them was called the Tsarevich Ivan. And
the Tsar spoke these words to them: "My dear children, take unto you
your darts, gird on your well-spanned bows, and go hence in different
directions, and in whatsoever courts your arrows fall, there choose
ye your brides!" The elder brother discharged his arrow and it fell
into a boyar's [38] court, right in front of the terem [39] of the
maidens. The second brother discharged his arrow, and it flew into
the court of a merchant and remained sticking in a beautiful balcony,
and on this balcony was standing a lovely young maiden soul, the
merchant's daughter. The youngest brother discharged his arrow, and
the arrow fell in a muddy swamp, and a quacking-frog seized hold of it.
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