Russian Folk-TalesAfanas'ev, A. N. (Aleksandr Nikolaevich)
General
Russian Folk-Tales
Afanas'ev, A. N. (Aleksandr Nikolaevich)
Folklore -- Russia
The Snake Princess 287
Beer and Bread 292
Sorrow 299
Iváshko and the Wise Woman 306
Never-wash 311
Christ and the Geese 315
Christ and Folk-songs 316
The Devil in the Dough-pan 317
The Sun, The Moon and Crow Crowson 318
The Legless Knight and the Blind Knight 321
A Cure for Story-Telling 333
Notes 335
Glossary 349
RUSSIAN FOLK-TALES
THE DUN COW
You know that there are all sorts in this world, good and bad, people
who do not fear God, and feel no shame before their own brother.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain land, there once lived a Tsar and
Tsarítsa, who had one only daughter, Márya Tsarévna. But the old
Tsarítsa died and the Tsar took to him a second wife, who was a witch.
And the witch had three daughters, one of whom had one eye, the next two
eyes, and the third had three. The stepmother could not abide Márya
Tsarévna, and sent the girl with a dun cow on to the heath, and gave her
a dry crust as her only food.
Márya Tsarévna went on to the heath, bowed down to the right foot of the
cow, and all at once was splendidly dressed, and had as much to eat and
drink as she liked. So she guarded the dun cow the whole day, and looked
as gay as any lady in the land. And at night she bowed down again in
front of the right foot, and again became shabby and went home. And the
bit of bread she took with her and offered it to her stepmother.
“Whatever is she living on?” the witch thought, and she gave her the
same piece of bread next day, and told her eldest daughter to watch what
Márya Tsarévna did.
When they reached the heath Márya Tsarévna said: “Come, little sister, I
will find a cushion for your head.” So she went to look, but whispered
to herself:
“Sleep, my sister, sleep,
Sleep, O sister mine;
One eye go to sleep,
Close that eye of thine.”
The sister went to sleep, and Márya Tsarévna stood up, went to her dear
dun cow, bowed down to the right foot, and ate, and drank, and went
about all day long like a princess.
In the evening she woke up her sister and said: “Get up, sister; get up,
dearest; and we will go home.”
“Oh! oh! oh!” her sister whimpered, “I have been asleep all day long and
have not seen anything, and mother will be so angry!”
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