The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales — John Shaqi
The Russian Grandmother's Wonder TalesHoughton, Louise Seymour
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The Russian Grandmother's Wonder Tales
Houghton, Louise Seymour
Slavs -- Folklore
O colt, tender little colt,
Open the door for me!
Juicy grass and cooling drink
Bring I here for thee!
Then the colt would open the door. Reinecke gave the colt very
strict instructions on no account to open the door to any other voice
or words.
One day Isegrim came. He had often heard Reinecke call to the colt
to open the door, and now he began to call in his coarse voice:
O colt, tender little colt,
Open the door for me!
Juicy grass and cooling drink
Bring I here for thee!
But the colt at once perceived that this was not Reinecke's voice,
and it did not stir to open the door.
Then Isegrim hid himself cunningly behind the stable-wall to wait
for a better chance.
Pretty soon along came Reinecke with grass and water. As soon as he
reached the stable he cried in his soft treble voice:
O colt, tender little colt,
Open the door for me!
Juicy grass and cooling drink
Bring I here for thee!
The colt recognized the voice, opened the door at once, and began
to tell how some one had been there and asked him to open the door,
but he had not opened because the voice sounded rough. Upon this
Reinecke said, "On no account open the door to a rough voice, but
only to a soft one."
The next day, when Reinecke was gone, along came Isegrim, who had
overheard the whole conversation from behind the stable-wall. He
crouched down as low as possible, and cried, in a very soft voice:
O colt, tender little colt,
Open the door for me!
Juicy grass and cooling drink
Bring I here for thee!
The unhappy colt was deceived and opened the door. Alas! Isegrim fell
upon him, seized him by the throat, and ate him up--all but the head
and the tail, which he left lying there. Then he made off, having
closed the door behind him, that nothing might be seen from without.
When Reinecke came home he began to call, as usual:
O colt, tender little colt,
Open the door for me!
Juicy grass and cooling drink
Bring I here for thee!
But no one asked him in nor opened the door. So he peeped in between
the osiers, and when he saw nothing in the stall but the colt's head
and tail he knew all that had happened and had not the least doubt
as to who had brought this great misfortune upon him. He tore the
door open and set up a long, woe-begone howl. Then he went out quite
heart-broken and laid himself down in the road for dead.
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