Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales . o art thou ?— THE TSAR AND THE ANGEL. 171 Ill tell you who I am, said he, when he had eatenhis fill, I am your Tsar. Lead me to my capital,and there I will reward you ! — What, thouwretched rogue! they cried, thou dost presumeto mock us, thou old ragamuffin, and magnify thyselfinto a Tsar! Thou reward us,indeed ! And they looked athim in amazement and scorn.— Dare to laugh at me again,said he, and Ill have yourheads chopped off! For heforgot himself, and thought hewas at home.— What! thou ! Then they fell upon him andbeat him. They beat him andhauled him ab
Cossack fairy tales and folk-tales . o art thou ?— THE TSAR AND THE ANGEL. 171 Ill tell you who I am, said he, when he had eatenhis fill, I am your Tsar. Lead me to my capital,and there I will reward you ! — What, thouwretched rogue! they cried, thou dost presumeto mock us, thou old ragamuffin, and magnify thyselfinto a Tsar! Thou reward us,indeed ! And they looked athim in amazement and scorn.— Dare to laugh at me again,said he, and Ill have yourheads chopped off! For heforgot himself, and thought hewas at home.— What! thou ! Then they fell upon him andbeat him. They beat him andhauled him about most unmer-cifully, and then they drove himaway, and off he went bellowingthrough the forest. He went on and on till atlast he saw once more a smoke rising up out of the wood. Again he thought: That is surely my hunting-pavilion, and so hewent up to it. And towards evening he came toanother brick-kiln. There, too, they had pity uponand kindly entreated him. They gave him to eatand to drink. They also gave him ragged hose. 172 COSSACK FAIRY TALES. and a tattered shirt, for they were very poor took him to be a runaway soldier, or someother poor man, but when he had eaten his fill andclothed himself, he said to them : I am your Tsar ! They laughed at him, and again he began to talkroughly to the people. Then they fell upon him andthrashed him soundly, and drove him right he wandered all by himself through the foresttill it was night. Then he laid him down beneatha tree, and so he passed the night, and rising up veryearly, fared on his way straight before him. At last he came to a third brick-kiln, but he didnot tell the brick-burners there that he was the he thought of now was how he might reach hiscapital. The people here, too, entreated him kindly,and seeing that his feet were lame and bruised, theyhad compassion upon him, and gave him a pair ofvery, very old boots. And he asked them : Do yeknow by which way I can get to the capital?They
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