Russian Fairy Tales from the Skazki of Polevoi — John Shaqi
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
flew, and look!--a man was coming along hopping on one leg, with
the other leg tied tightly to his ear. "Good-day, uncle; what are
you hopping on one leg for?"--"Why, if I were to untie the other I
should stride half round the world at a single stride."--"Come and
sit with us." The man sat down, and they flew on. They flew and flew,
and look!--a man was standing with a gun and taking aim, but at what
they could not see. "Good-day, uncle; at what are you aiming? Not
even a bird is to be seen."--"What! I am shooting at short range. I
could hit bird or beast at a distance of one hundred leagues. That's
what I call shooting!"--"Sit down with us." This man also sat with
them, and they flew on further. They flew and flew, and look!--a
man was carrying on his back a whole sack-load of bread. "Good-day,
uncle; whither are you going?"--"I am going," he said, "to get some
bread for dinner."--"But you've got a whole sack-load on your back
already!"--"That! Why I should think nothing of eating all that at a
single mouthful."--"Come and sit with us." The Gobbler sat in the ship,
and they went flying on further. They flew and they flew, and look!--a
man was walking round a lake. "Good-day, uncle; what are you looking
for?"--"I want to drink, but I can find no water."--"But there's a
whole lake before you, why don't you drink of it?"--"That! Why that
water would not be more than a mouthful to me!"--"Then come and sit
with us." He sat down, and again they flew on. They flew and flew,
and look!--a man was walking in the forest, and on his shoulders was
a bundle of wood. "Good-day, uncle; why are you dragging about wood
in the forest?"--"But this is not common wood."--"What sort is it
then?"--"It is of such a sort that if you scatter it, a whole army
will spring up."--"Sit down with us then." He sat down with them,
and they flew on further. They flew and flew, and look!--a man was
carrying a sack of straw. "Good-day, uncle; whither are you carrying
that straw?"--"To the village."--"Is there little straw in the village
then?"--"Nay, but this straw is of such a kind that if you scatter
it on the hottest summer day, cold will immediately set in with snow
and frost."--"Won't you sit with us, then?"--"Thank you, I will."
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