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
The years flew by with arrow-like swiftness, and Elsie had now
become a blooming maiden, and had learned many things which
would never have become known to her during her whole life, if
she had lived in the village. But Kiisike remained the same
little child as on the day when she first met Elsie in the
wood. The governess who lived
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in the house with the lady instructed Kiisike and Elsie for
some hours daily in reading and writing, and in all kinds of
fine work. Elsie learned everything easily, but Kiisike had
more taste for childish games than for her lessons. When the
whim took her, she threw her work away, caught up her little
box, and ran out of doors to play on the lake, and nobody
scolded her. Sometimes she said to Elsie, "It's a pity you've
grown so big: you can't play with me any longer."
Nine years passed in this way, and one evening the lady sent
for Elsie to come to her room. This surprised Elsie, for the
lady had never sent for her before; and her heart beat almost
to bursting. When Elsie entered, she saw that the lady's cheeks
were red, and her eyes were filled with tears, which she
hastily wiped away as if to hide them. "My dear child," said
the lady, "the time has come when we must part." "Part!"
exclaimed Elsie, throwing herself at the lady's feet. "No, dear
lady, we must never part till death shall separate us. I have
always behaved well; don't drive me from you." But the lady
said soothingly, "Calm yourself, child. You do not yet know how
much it will increase your happiness. You are now grown up, and
I
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must not keep you here any longer in confinement. You must go
back among mankind, where happiness awaits you." Elsie still
besought her, "Dear lady, don't send me away; I wish for no
other happiness than to live and die with you. Let me be your
chambermaid, or give me any other work to do that you like,
only don't send me out into the wide world again. It would
have been better for you to have left me with my stepmother in
the village than for me to have spent so many years in heaven
only to be thrust out again into hell." "Be still, dear
child," said the lady. "You cannot understand what it is my
duty to do for your good, hard as it is for me also. But
everything must be done as I direct. You are a child of mortal
man,
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and your years must come at length to an end, and therefore you
cannot remain here any longer. I myself and those around me
possess human forms, but we are not human beings like you, but
beings of a higher order, whom you cannot comprehend. You will
find a beloved husband
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