The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
"It is true that my father still lives, but this is small
comfort to me when my stepmother hates me, and beats me
unmercifully every day. I cannot
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do anything to please her. O my dearest lady, let me stay
here! Let me mind the flocks, or set me to any other work and
I will do anything, and will be always obedient to you, but
don't send me back to my stepmother. She would beat me almost
to death, because I did not go back with the other village
children." The lady smiled, and answered, "We will see what we
can do for you." Then she rose from the bench and went into
the house. Meantime the daughter said to Elsie, "Take comfort,
for my mother is friendly to you. I can see in her face that
she will consent to our wishes as soon as she has had time to
think over the matter." She then followed her mother into the
house, leaving Elsie waiting outside. Elsie's heart palpitated
with hope and fear, and she waited anxiously for the decision
which was to be announced to her.
After a time the daughter came out again with a box of toys in
her hand, and said, "My mother says we are to play together
while she considers what is to be done about you. I hope you
will stay here, for I don't want to let you leave me again.
Have you been for a row on the lake?" Elsie stared, and asked,
"On the lake! What is
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that? I never heard anything about it." "You'll see
presently," said the young lady, taking off the lid of the
box. It contained a leaf of lady's-smock, a mussel-shell, and
two fish-bones. There were a few drops of water glittering on
the leaf, which the girl threw on the grass. Immediately the
grass, the garden, and everything else vanished, as if they
had sunk in the ground, and water spread around to the horizon
in every direction. Only a small patch remained dry under the
feet of the children. Then the young lady set the shell in the
water, and took the fish-bones in her hand. The shell began to
expand, until it became a pretty boat, in which a dozen
children or more could easily have found room. The two seated
themselves in it, Elsie not without hesitation, but her
companion only laughed, and the fish-bones turned to oars in
her hands. The children were rocked by the waves as if they
were in a cradle, and presently other boats came in sight, and
the people in them were laughing and singing. "We should sing
back to them," said the young lady; but Elsie did not know how
to sing; so she herself began to sing very sweetly. Elsie
could not understand much of what the others sang, but
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she heard the word Kiisike
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