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
Whether it was after a long time or after a short time matters not,
but one day she was sitting by her little window, bathed in tears,
when a woman passed by the window. In appearance she was simple and
kindly, and she leaned her elbows on her crutch, rested her chin
on her hands, and said to the Princess in a wheedling, caressing
voice: "How's this, darling little Princess, thou art for ever
fretting? Prythee come now out of thy terem and have a peep at God's
fair world, or come down into thy little garden among the sweet green
things and drive away thy woe!" For a long time the Princess refused,
she did not even care to listen to the woman's words, but, at last,
she thought, "There can be no harm in going into the garden, crossing
the brook is another matter." But she did not know that this woman
was a witch, and had come to ruin her because she envied her her
bliss. So the Princess went with her into the garden, and listened
to her cunning, wheedling words. And in the garden from beneath the
mountain trickled a stream of crystalline water. "What dost thou say
now," said the woman, "the day is very hot, the sun is burning with all
its might, but this darling little stream is so cold, so refreshing,
and hark how it babbles--why should we not have a bath here?" "Ah,
no, no! I won't," said the Princess; but she thought to herself,
"But why not? There can be no harm in having a bath!" So she slipped
off her little sarafan, [44] and bounded into the water, and no sooner
had she bathed than the witch struck her on the shoulder and said,
"Swim about now as a white duck!" But the witch immediately dressed
herself in the Princess's robes, tired and painted herself, and sat in
place of the Princess in the terem to await the Prince. And as soon
as the little dog began to bark and the little bell fell a-tinkling,
she rushed out to meet him, threw herself upon his neck, and kissed
and fondled him. The Prince was so overjoyed that he was the first
to stretch out his arms towards her, and never noticed that it was
not his wife, but an evil witch who stood before him.
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