Название: Folk-Lore and Legends: Russian and Polish
Автор: Various
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 4057664591111
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The fish spoke to him in a man’s voice. “Do not keep me, old man,” it said; “let me go once more free in the sea and I will reward you for it, for whatever you wish I will do.”
The old man thought for a while. Then he said, “Well, I don’t want you. Go into the sea again,” and he threw the fish into the water and went home.
“Well,” said his wife, when he got home, “what have you caught to-day?”
“Only one little fish,” said the man, “a golden fish, and that I let go again, it begged so hard. ‘Put me in the blue sea again,’ it said, ‘and I will reward you, for whatever you wish I will do.’ So I let it go, and did not ask anything.”
“Ah, you old fool!” said the wife in a great rage, “what an opportunity you have lost. You might, at least, have asked the fish to give us some bread. We have scarce a crust in the house.”
The old woman grumbled so much that her husband could have no quiet, so to please her off he went to the seashore, and there he cried out—
“Little fish, little fish, come now to me,
Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”
The fish came to the shore.
“Well, what do you want, old man?” it asked.
“My wife,” said the man, “is in a great passion, and has sent me to ask for bread.”
“Very well,” said the fish, “go home and you shall have it.”
The old man went back, and when he entered the hut he found bread in plenty.
“Well,” said he to his wife, “we have enough bread now.”
“Oh yes!” said she, “but I have had such a misfortune while you were away. I have broken the bucket. What shall I do the washing in now? Go to the fish, and ask it to give us a new bucket.”
Away went the man. Standing on the shore he called out—
“Little fish, little fish, come now to me,
Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”
The fish soon made its appearance.
“Well, old man,” it said, “what do you want?”
“My wife,” said the man, “has had a misfortune, and has broken our bucket. So I have come to ask for a new one.”
“Very well,” said the fish, “you shall find one at home.”
The old man went back. As soon as he got home his wife said to him—
“Be off to the golden fish again, and ask it to give us a new hut. Ours is all coming to pieces. We have scarcely a roof over our heads.”
The old man once more came to the shore, and cried—
“Little fish, little fish, come now to me,
Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”
The fish came.
“Well, what is it?” asked the fish.
“My wife,” said the man, “is in a very bad temper, and has sent me to ask you to build us a new cottage. She says she cannot live any longer in our present one.”
“Oh, do not be troubled about that,” said the fish. “Go home. You shall have what you want.”
The old man went back again, and in the place of his miserable hovel he found a new hut built of oak and nicely ornamented. The old man was delighted, but as soon as he went in his wife set on him, saying—
“What an idiot you are! You do not know how to take good fortune when it is offered to you. You think you have done a great thing just because you have got a new hut. Be off again to the golden fish, and tell it I will not be a mere peasant’s wife any longer. I will be an Archduchess, with plenty of servants, and set the fashion.”
The old man went to the golden fish.
“What is it?” asked the fish.
“My wife will not let me rest,” replied the man; “she wants now to be an Archduchess, and is not content with being my wife.”
“Well, it shall be as she wishes. Go home again,” said the fish.
Away went the man. How astonished was he, when, on coming to where his house had stood, he now found a fine mansion, three stories high. Servants crowded the hall, and cooks were busy in the kitchens. On a seat in a fine room sat the man’s wife, dressed in robes shining with gold and silver, and giving orders.
“Good day, wife!” said the man.
“Who are you, man?” said his wife. “What have you to do with me, a fine lady? Take the clown away,” said she to her servants. “Take him to the stable, and whip some of the impudence out of him.”
The servants seized the old man, took him off to the stable, and when they had him there beat him so that he hardly knew whether he was alive or not. After that the wife made him the door-keeper of the house. She gave him a besom, and put him to keep the yard in order. As for his meals, he got them in the kitchen. He had a hard life of it. If the yard was not swept clean, he had to look out.
“Who would have thought she had been such a hag?” said the old man to himself. “Here she has all such good fortune, and will not even own me for her husband!”
After a time the wife got tired of being merely an Archduchess, so she said to her husband—
“Go off to the golden fish, and tell it I will be a Czarina.”
The old man went down to the shore. He cried—
“Little fish, little fish, come now to me,
Your tail in the water, your head out of sea!”
The fish came swimming to the shore.
“Well, old man!” it said, “what do you want?”
“My wife is not yet satisfied,” said the man; “she wants now to be a Czarina.”
“Do not let that trouble you,” said the fish, “but go to your house. What you ask shall be done.”
The man went back. In place of the fine house he found a palace with a roof of gold. Soldiers were on guard around it. In front of the palace was a garden, and at the back a fine park, in which some troops were parading. On a balcony stood the Czarina surrounded by officers and nobles. The troops presented arms, the drums beat, the trumpets blew, and the people shouted.
In a short time the woman got tired of being Czarina, and she commanded that her husband should be found and brought to her presence. The palace was all in confusion, СКАЧАТЬ