Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales . ! Again, towards the third cockcrow, he heard some-thing else coming to the window, and it said : Oh,thou son of a dog ! thou didst say: If only we hada warm hut, and a white bed, and soft bread andsour kvas, we should have nought to complain of,but would tell tales and feign fables till dawn; butnow thou hast forgotten all thy tine promises!Wherefore this shall befall thee on thy way shalt come upon a feather-bed in the highway;a longing for rest shall come over thee, and thou wiltlie down on it, and the moment thou liest downthereon thou shalt b
Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales . ! Again, towards the third cockcrow, he heard some-thing else coming to the window, and it said : Oh,thou son of a dog ! thou didst say: If only we hada warm hut, and a white bed, and soft bread andsour kvas, we should have nought to complain of,but would tell tales and feign fables till dawn; butnow thou hast forgotten all thy tine promises!Wherefore this shall befall thee on thy way shalt come upon a feather-bed in the highway;a longing for rest shall come over thee, and thou wiltlie down on it, and the moment thou liest downthereon thou shalt burst. But if any of thy hunts-men hear this thing and tell it thee, he shall becomestone up to the neck! All this that huntsmanheard, and then he awoke his comrades and said: It is time to depart !— Let us go then, said thenobleman. So on they went, and they had not gone very farwhen they saw an apple-tree growing by the wayside,and on it were apples so beautiful that words cannotdescribe them. The nobleman felt that he must taste. 44 COSSACK FAIRY TALES. of these apples or die ; but the wakeful huntsmanrushed up and cut down the apple-tree, whereuponapples and apple-tree turned to ashes. But thehuntsman galloped on before and hid himself. They went on a little further till they came to aspring, and the water of that spring was so pure andclear that words cannot describe it. Then the noble-man felt that he must drink of that water or die; butthe huntsman rushed up and splashed in the springwith his sword, and immediately the water turned toblood. The nobleman was wrath, and cried: Cutme down that son of a dog! But the huntsmanrode on in front and hid himself. They went on still further till they came upon agolden bed in the highway, full of white feathers sosoft and cosy that words cannot describe it. Thenobleman felt that he must rest in that bed or the huntsman rushed up and struck the bedwith his sword, and it turned to coal. But thenobleman was very wrath, and cr
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