When he reached the strait the whale asked: ‘Have you thought of me?’
‘Yes, as soon as I am on the other side I will tell you what you want to
know.’
When he was on the other side Vassili said to the whale: ‘Throw up those
twelve ships of Mark’s which you swallowed three years ago.’
The great fish heaved itself up and threw up all the twelve ships and
their crews. Then he shook himself for joy, and plunged into the sea.
Vassili went on further till he reached the ferry, where the old man
asked: ‘Did you think of me?’
‘Yes, and as soon as you have ferried me across I will tell you what you
want to know.’
When they had crossed over, Vassili said: ‘Let the next man who comes
stay in the boat, but do you step on shore, push the boat off, and you
will be free, and the other man must take your place.
Then Vassili went on further still, and soon came to the old oak tree,
pushed it with his foot, and it fell over. There, at the roots, was more
gold and silver than even Mark the Rich had.
And now the twelve ships which the whale had thrown up came sailing
along and anchored close by. On the deck of the first ship stood the
three beggars whom Vassili had met formerly, and they said: ‘Heaven has
blessed you, Vassili.’ Then they vanished away and he never saw them
again.
The sailors carried all the gold and silver into the ship, and then they
set sail for home with Vassili on board.
Mark was more furious than ever. He had his horses harnessed and drove
off himself to see the Serpent King and to complain of the way in which
he had been betrayed. When he reached the river he sprang into the
ferryboat. The ferryman, however, did not get in but pushed the boat
off....
Vassili led a good and happy life with his dear wife, and his kind
mother-in-law lived with them. He helped the poor and fed and clothed
the hungry and naked and all Mark’s riches became his.
For many years Mark has been ferrying people across the river. His face
is wrinkled, his hair and beard are snow white, and his eyes are dim;
but still he rows on.
(From the Serbian.)
SCHIPPEITARO
It was the custom in old times that as soon as a Japanese boy reached
manhood he should leave his home and roam through the land in search of
adventures. Sometimes he would meet with a young man bent on the same
business as himself, and then they would fight in a friendly manner,
merely to prove which was the stronger, but on other occasions the
enemy would turn out to be a robber, who had become the terror of the
neighbourhood, and then the battle was in deadly earnest.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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