They generously gave him some of the good ham which their good grandmother had given them, petted him and asked: Then they both returned to the hut and on the threshold met the black cat. The children understood the hint, spat in the sieve, plastered it up with clay and rilled the tub in a very short time. The orphans gave the birds some crumbs and the grateful birds chirped again: 'Kind-hearted little children, give us some crumbs and we will advise you.' The little birds passed, flying near by, and chirped to the children: The girl speedily went in search of the cat and saw her brother in great distress about the tub, so many times he had filled He is very hungry give him a slice of ham and he will help thee.' 'Now,'gratefully squeaked the mice, 'go and find the black cat. At once all around her appeared small mice squeaking and saying: The poor orphan girl wept at her spinning-wheel and wiped away her bitter tears. Without any delay the witch ordered the girl to spin the thread, and the boy, her brother, to carry water in a sieve to fill a big tub. If you satisfy all my wishes I shall reward you if not, I shall eat you up.' 'All right I am not opposed to keeping you, children. 'Ho, grandmother, our stepmother sent us to thee to serve thee.' The children were afraid, and stood close, very close together, but in spite of their fear they said very politely: 'Fou, Fou, Fou!' exclaimed the witch 'I feel the Russian spirit.' The two orphans looked inside and saw the witch resting there, her head near the threshold, one foot in one corner, the other foot in another corner, and her knees quite close to the ridge pole. 'Izboushka, Izboushka! turn thy back to the forest and thy front to us!' With their shrill, childish voices they called out loud: The obedient children arrived at the forest and, oh, wonder! there stood a hut, and what a curious one! It stood on tiny hen's feet, and at the top was a rooster's head. She also gave them some cookies-there are cookies everywhere-and when the children departed she stood looking after them a long, long time. The good old grandmother gave the children some delicious fresh milk to drink and to each a big slice of ham. One do not speak ill words to any one do not despise helping the weakest, and always hope that for you, too, there will be the needed help.' Now listen to me, my darlings,' she continued 'I will give you a hint: Be kind and good to every You have to go not to a loving grandmother, but to a wicked witch. 'Oh, my poor darlings!' said the good old grandmother, pitying the children, 'my heart aches for you, but it is not in my power to help you. But instead of going to the witch, the sister, a bright little girl, took her brother by the hand and ran to their own old, old grandmother and told her all about their going to the forest. You will do everything she wants you to, and she will give you sweet things to eat and you will be happy.' 'Dear children,' she said to the orphans, 'go to my grandmother who lives in the forest in a hut on hen's feet. A wicked feeling was growing in the stepmother's heart, and she determined to send the children to the witch, thinking sure enough that they would never return. The wicked thought grows all the time like a poisonous plant and slowly kills the good thoughts. Do you know what it means to allow a wicked thought to enter one's heart? Finally she wanted to get rid of them altogether. She scolded them without any reason, sent them away from home as often as she wished, and gave them scarcely enough to eat. The stepmother was envious of the stepson and daughter and began to use them hardly. But there is no order in a house without a woman, and a day came when the man thought, 'If I marry again possibly it would turn out all right.' And so he did, and had children by his second wife. One year passed, and two years, and even longer. One day the wife died and the husband mourned over her very sincerely for a long time. SOMEWHERE, I cannot tell you exactly where, but certainly in vast Russia, there lived a peasant with his wife and they had twins - a son and daughter. Sacred Texts Legends and Sagas Index Previous Nextįolk Tales From the Russian, by Verra Xenophontovna Kalamatiano de Blumenthal,, at

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