The brightest sun, the clearest waters of the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic ocean, the sparkling beaches and the very impressive history and culture make this corner extremely beautiful and attractive. Nowadays a lot of people from different parts of the world admire this country a lot, and I am not the exception. The name of this amazing place is Spain. They say, there is not only one Spain, there are “lots of Spains”, because every part of this country is different from another parts. They have a “dry Spain” (the north and the north-west parts of the country) and a “wet Spain” (the centre of Spain, the south and the south-east parts). Spain is the only place in the whole Europe where palm trees grow. There are hardly any cloudy or rainy days in this country. It’s the area of the eternal summer!
It’s not surprising, that tourism in Spain is becoming more and more popular. Every year Spain is visited by 45-50millions of tourists. This number is much bigger than the population of Spain! What attracts people to Spain? Of course, the Mediterranean Sea, historical landmarks and the ancient cities, such as Andalusia, Seville, Madrid and Barcelona (which is one of the most beautiful cities and the biggest ports in the Mediterranean Sea). Spain is a paradise corner, that hasn’t been spoiled yet by lots of hotels and tourists. This country is famous for its magical olive trees. Spaniards produce and sell olive oil of the highest quality. Bull fights are the part of every Spaniard’s live. Every person in this fascinating country dreams about a job of a matador, but it’s a very hard work. To be a matador you have to be very tall and desperately courageous. Professional matadors exercise every day since their early childhood and study in a special school of matadors in Seville. People from different corners of the world come to see such a magnificent show, which coast any money and time. How I wish to look at it one day! Flamenco dances, which came from Arabic, are also the part of Spanish culture. Nobody knows how many years ago it happened, but these dances were immediately loved with all Spaniards hearts and became the national dances of Spain. To understand the beauty and passion of the national dance, you should definitely visit such a spectacular show.
One more thing, which makes this country perfect for living, is their national beauty. Spaniards have dark hair, dark eyes, perfect figures and delicate features. Sometimes it’s enough to look at Enrique Iglesias and realize that Spain nation is the most beautiful nation in the world, except for Russian, of course. ) They are not only beautiful, they are cheerful, friendly and extremely passionate as well. I think these qualities make them so attractive. They like carnivals, traditional music and dances, evening walks through the main streets of their cities and villages. They are proud of their football team, which became the best team in Europe due to Euro 2008. For me Spain is a country of my Dream, which allures me by its unopened secrets and passionate people. One day will have become the happiest person in the world, when I’ll visit the country of my Dream. )
about 3 years ago
This is a comforting read! Definitely a book I want to keep on my shelf, for long winter evenings.
Susan Hill describes life in the country in 'ye old England'-village-style. She writes very warmly about old houses, friendly villagers, changing seasons, countryside beauty. Read full review
Magistra rated it it was amazing
over 2 years ago
This is a lovely, satisfying book to read if you love the English countryside, gardens, cooking, village life, wild animal watching, or beautiful prose. I read it slowly, savoring each chapter, mulling over in my mind the word pictures Susan Hill creates as she delights i. Read full review
ladydusk rated it it was amazing
over 2 years ago
I loved this book. Fantastic. I loved the long thoughts on food, creatures, gardens, people season by season. I loved the lyrical language that stayed down to earth. This book almost made me want to garden. until I remembered that I don't like bugs, dirt. Read full review
Katrina Zartman rated it it was amazing
over 2 years ago
A beautifully written book. The author does a wonderful job of sharing her life, season by season, in an English village. The reader gets to live through the joys and struggles of fixing up a cottage, planting a garden, etc. only having to lift a finger to turn the pages. Read full review
Sara rated it it was amazing
over 1 year ago
This is one of those books I had to own. so I could come back to it again. Perfect for winter reading, with calming, quiet commentary on the details of country life in and around the English village of Barley. Chronicling their first year living in Moon Cottage. Read full review
Bekah rated it liked it
Read as part of #NonFictionNovember2015
Being from a rural area, with friends and family that grew up on various types of farms, I was easily brought into the story. Despite the book being set in England, where as I live in the USA, I still found a lot of familiarity with. Read full review
Kevin Darbyshire rated it it was amazing
Have read books by Susan Hill before this book was a complete surprise. A beautifully observed study of village life. The village characters and the way they were described reminded me so much of the "Miss Read" books which I really enjoyed. I loved the descriptions of th. Read full review
Lily rated it liked it
I took nearly a year to amble through this book that is basically the observations as the seasons pass by a woman who lives in a country cottage in England. It was a pleasant, enjoyable book if you like reading about nature and such.
Aristocrats of the Trees. By Ernest Henry Wilson. Dover, 1974. 279 pages. ISBN: 0486200388.
Celtic Astrology: How the Mystical Power of the Druid Tree Signs Can Transform Your Life. By Phyllis Vega. New Page Books, 2002. 255 pages.
Celtic Tree Magic. By Elizabeth Pepper. Rhode Island, The Witches Almanac, Ltd. 1996; Reprint Edition, 2000. 64 pages. ISBN: 1881098133.
Celtic Tree Mysteries. By Steve Blamires. St. Paul, Minnesota, Llewellyn, 1998. 304 pages. ISBN: 1567180701. Study of the Celtic Ogham alphabet, Druidry, and tree lore.
Circles, Groves and Sanctuaries: Sacred Spaces of Today's Pagans. Compiled by Dan and Pauline Campanelli. St. Paul, Minnesota, Llewellyn Publications, 1993. Resources, 268 pages. ISBN: 0875421083. Ideas for creating indoor and outdoor altars and sanctuaries. VSCL.
Common Tree Myths. Taken from "100 Tree Myths" by Dr. Alex Shigo.
Cowper, Wordsworth, Clare: The Politics of Trees. By Tim Fulford.
Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs. By Scott Cunningham. St. Paul, Minnesota, 1989. Index, glossary, appendices, 318 pages. ISBN: 0875421229. VSCL.
The Deva Handbook: How to Work with Nature's Subtle Energies. By Nathaniel Altman. Rochester, Vermont, Destiny Books, 1995. Index, bibliography, 164 pages. ISBN: 0892815523. VSCL.
Dictionary of Northern Mythology. By Rubolf Simek. Translated by Angela Hall. Suffolk, England, D. S. Brewer, 1984, 1993. Extensive bibliography, 424 pages. ISBN: 9780859915137. VSCL.
The Druid Grove: The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids Extensive website.
Druid Tree Lore and the Ogham
A Druid's Herbal for the Sacred Earth Year. By Ellen Evert Hopman. Destiny Books, 1994. 228 pages. ISBN: 0892815019. VSCL.
Dryads and the Properties of Wood Dryads, Druids and the Fifth Element. An excellent webpage.
Faeries. By Brian Froud and Alan Lee. Harry N. Abrams, 25th Anniversary Edition, 2002. 216 pages. ISBN: 0810932741.
Folklore and Symbolism of Flowers, Plants and Trees. By Ernst Lehner and Johanna Lehner. With over 200 rare and unusual floral designs and illustrations. Dover Pictorial Archive Series. Dover Pubs. 2003. 128 pages. ISBN: 0486429784,
The Forest in Folklore and Mythology. By Alexander Porteous. Dover Pubs. 2002. 319 pages. ISBN: 0486420108.
Garden Retreats: Creating an Outdoor Sanctuary. By Barbara Blossom Ashmun. Photography by Allan Mandell. Chronicle Books, 2000. 160 pages. ISBN: 0811825000. VSCL.
The Golden Bough. A Study in Magic and Religion. By James A. Frazier. Introduction by George Stocking. New York, Penguin Books, 1998. Originally published in 1890. 944 pages. ISBN: 0140189319. The limitations and inaccuracies of this work are known by savvy anthropologists today; nevertheless, a seminal work in general folklore, with many stories and legends of interest to tree lovers. 880 pages. Touchstone Books, 1996. ISBN: 0684826305.
The Green Man. By Kathleen Basford. D.S. Brewer, Reprint Edition, 2004. 128 pages. ISBN: 0859914976.
The Green Man: Bibliography, Links, Quotes, Resources, Notes, Lore, Myths. Research by Mike Garofalo. Associations: Burry Man, Jack in the Green, Gawain and The Green Knight, Green George, Green Lady, Greenman, Green Man, Green Woman, Holly King, Leaf Man, Pan, Old Man of the Woods, Oak King, Robin Hood, Wood Sage.
Green Man: The Archetype of Our Oneness with the Earth. By William Anderson. Photography by Clive Hicks. London, Harper Collins, c 1990. 176 pages, bibliography, notes. "Beautifully illustrated in colour as well as black and white, and connected with a BBC Omnibus documentary, Green Man is the record of a quest for the archetype through folklore, religion, art and architecture, from prehistory to the present." ISBN: 0062500759.
The Green Man: Tales from the Mythic Forest. By Ellen Datlow, Terri Windling, Charles Vess. Viking Juvenile, 2002. 384 pages. ISBN: 0670035262.
The Healing Energy of Trees. By Patrice Bouchardon. Gaia Books, 1999. ISBN: 1856751007.
The Heritage of Trees: History, Culture and Symbolism. By Fred Hageneder. Edinburgh, England. Floris Books, 2001. 224 pages. ISBN: 0863153593.
Homage to Trees, Trees for Wisdom
Honored Faerie Trees " Tree Fauns are male tree spirits. They are said to be kindly, wise and reserved. Open to sensitive women and may court their souls. Tree Nymphs are female tree spirits. They are said to be more playful and adventurous with humans. May fall in love with a human man."
Irish Trees: Myths, Legends, and Folklore. By Niall MacCoitir. Collins Press. 2003.
Lives of the Trees: An Uncommon History. By Diana Wells. Illustrations by Heather Lovett. Chapel Hill, North Carolina, Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 2010. Index, 369 pages. ISBN: 97815651245912. VSCL.
The Lost Language of Plants. By Stephen Harrod Buhner. White River Junction, Vermont, Chelsea Green, 2002.
My Life, My Trees. By Richard St. Barbe Baker. London, England, Lutterworth Press, 1970.
Myths and Legends of Flowers, Fruits and Plants: In All Ages and in All Times. By Charles M. Skinner. Philadelphia, J. B. Lippincott Company, 1911. 302 pages.
Myths of the Sacred Tree. Myths from Africa, America, China, Sumeria, Russia, Greece, India, Scandinavia, Europe, Egypt, South America and Arabia. By Moyra Caldecott and Anthea Toorchen. Destiny Books, 1993. 214 pages. ISBN: 0892814144.
Nature Spirits. Bibliography, Resources, Links, Quotes, Notes
OBOD - Tree Lore By Susa M. Black, OBOD Druid. Includes some long essays.
Ogham: The Celtic Oracle of the Trees. Understanding, Casting, and Interpreting the Ancient Druidic Alphabet. By Paul Rhys Mountfort. Rochester, Vermont, Destiny Books, 2002. 224 pages. ISBN: 0892819197.
On Trees Lore and legends about many kinds of trees.
Paghat's Garden - Decidous Trees Botanical and agricultural information and some lore.
Paghat's Garden - Evergreen Trees Botanical and agricultural information and some lore.
Plants, Flowers, Vegetables, Fruits and Herbs - The Mystical World Wide Web.
Pulling Onions . Gardening Quips, Observations, and One-Liners by Michael P. Garofalo.
Quotes for Gardeners. Over 3,800 quotes arranged by over 250 topics. Complied by Karen and Mike Garofalo.
Red Oaks and Black Birches. The Science and Lore of Trees. By R. Rupp. Pownal, Vermont, Garden Way, 1990. 276 pages. ISBN: 0882666207.
A Reunion of Trees. By Stephen A. Spongberg. Cambridge, Harvard University Press, 1990. 270 pages. ISBN: 0674766946.
A Reverence for Wood. By Eric Sloane. Ballantine Books, 1989.
Sacred Circles and Spheres. Bibliography, Links, Quotes, Resources, Notes. By Michael Garofalo.
Sacred Groves and Sacred Trees of Uttara Kannada, India. By Subash Chandran Madhav Gadgil, M.D.
Sacred Groves of Britain
Sacred Places: Trees and the Sacred. Christopher L. C. E. Whitcombe. 26Kb.
Sacred Trees. By Brian Bates. From Resurgence. Issue 181. 18Kb.
Sacred Trees. By Nathaniel Altman. San Francisco, Sierra Club Books, c 1994. 244 pages, index, bibliography, list of organizations, illustrations, drawings, black and white photos. Chapter Headings include: Sacred: Animism and Beyond, Cosmic Trees, Home of the Gods, Ancestral Trees, Trees of Fertility, Trees as Providers, Trees that Heal, Trees of Wisdom, Trees for Transformation, and Sacred Trees: The Future. VSCL.
Sacred Trees of Tamil Nadu
Sacred Trees, Oghams and Celtic Symbolism. By Morgan La Fey. A monthly calendar based on trees.
Sacred Woods and the Lore of Trees Very interesting presentations about the historical uses, lore, and magical properties of many types of trees.
The Spirit of Gardening. Over 3,500 quotes arranged by over 140 topics. Complied by Michael P. Garofalo.
The Spirit of Trees. Stories, folktales, essays, curricular resources, poems and links about the symbolic and aesthetic dimensions of trees. Outstanding links to folktales, stories, and legends about trees.
The Spirit of the Trees: Science, Symbiosis and Inspiration. By Fred Hageneder. Continuum Internation Publishing Group, 2001. 256 pages. ISBN: 0826413358.
Teutonic Magic: The Magical and Spiritual Practices of the Germanic People. By Kveldulf Gundarsson. Loughborough, Thoth Publications, 2nd Revised Edition, 2007. Appendices, 341 pages. ISBN: 1870450221. VSCL.
Tongues in Trees: Studies in Literature and Ecology . By Kim Taplin. Devon, England, Green Books, 1989. 222 p. An excellent commentary on the role of trees in life, literature, and the artist's inspirations. A fine collection of quotes and insightful comments on the writings on the following authors: John Keats, John Clare, William Barnes, John Ruskin, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Richard Jefferies, Thomas Hardy, Edward Thomas, E. M. Forester, John Fowles, Ivor Gurney, David Jones, Andrew Young, J.R.R. Tolkien, and Frances Horovitz. ISBN: 1870098226. VSCL.
Tree Lore - OBOD By Susa M. Black, OBOD Druid. Includes some long essays. Excellent resource!
Tree Stories: A Collection of Extraordinary Encounters. Edited by Warren David Jacobs, and Karen I. Shragg. Hygeine, Colorado, Sunshine Press, 2002. ISBN: 1888604220.
Tree Symbolism in American Literature. By Michael Goeller. 43K.
Tree Trivia and Tree Myths By Kim Sebastian. From the Wisconsin Natural Resouces Magazine. 25Kb.
Tree Wisdom. The Definitive Guidebook to the Myth, Folklore, and Healing Power of Trees. By Jacqueline Memory Paterson. Harper San Francisco, 1997. 356 pages. ISBN: 0722534086.
Trees, A Celebration . By Jill Fairchild, Editor. New York, Weidenfeld and Nicholson, Pub. Group West, 1989. 113 pages. ISBN: 1555843131.
Trees and Plant Lore. By Kathleen Jenks, Ph.D. 47Kb. An excellent selection of annotated links on a variety of related topics.
Trees and Plant Lore. MyThing Links. By Kathleen Jenks. Annotated links, artwork, music.
Trees for Life. A Scottish conservation charity dedicated to the regeneration and restoration of the Caledonian Forest in the Highlands of Scotland.
Trees. Fokllore, Lore, Myths, Legends, Magic, Magick, Stories, Folktales, Legends, Esoterica, Witchcraft, Craft, Mythology, Archetypes.
Trees for Healing: Harmonizing with Nature for Personal Growth and Planetary Balance. By Pamela Louise Chase and Jonathan Pawlik. North Hollywood, California, Newcastle Publishing Co. Inc. 1991. 257 pages. Notes, bibliography, list of organizations. The lore and magical aspects of trees. ISBN: 0878771573. Organized by areas of the United States. Includes a bibliography. VSCL.
Trees - Quotes for Gardeners IV Includes quotations about wild trees and forests.
Under the Greenwood Tree. By Jeremy Harte. What forests meant to people in medieval European society.
Voices of the Earth: The Path of Green Spirituality. By Clea Danaan. Woodbury, Minnesota, Llewellyn Publications, 2009. Bibliography, 179 pages. ISBN: 9780738714653. VSCL.
The White Goddess: A Historical Grammar of Poetic Myth. By Robert Graves. New York, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1948, 1975. Index, 511 pages. ISBN: 9780374504939. VSCL.
The Wisdom of Trees. By Jane Gifford. New York, Sterling Publishing, 2000. 160 pages. ISBN: 0806927852.
Wizardy in the Alferic Tradition. A Primer of Magical Theory. By Alferian Gwydion MacLir, M.A. Ph.D. Druid Wandmaker.
Year of Moons, Season of Trees. By Pattalee Glass-Koentop.
Yakshis. tree spirits or tree goddesses of Buddhism
Yggdrasil. Bibliography, Links, Quotations
Lore, Myths, Spirituality, Nature Spirits, Magick, Legends, Esoterica
Quotes, Sayings, Poems, Tales
"The Yakshis. or "tree goddesses," figure prominently in the decoration of early Buddhist monuments in India, such as the railings at the Bharhut (1st cent. AD) and Sanchi (1st-2nd cent. AD) stupas. Tree goddesses and other nature spirits were local divinities associated with particular places in the landscape, where they were venerated. The typical yakshi stands underneath a tree, bending the branches down with her right hand, and touching the trunk with her left foot. This pose has been interpreted as dohada, a Sanskrit term meaning that a woman can make a tree bloom, linking the idea of femininity to that of fertility. Dohada was commonly performed by a woman embracing a tree, dancing or singing for it, and touching it with her heel. This description fits perfectly with depictions of yakshis with their arms around trees, touching the base of the trunk with their left heels. The fifth-century poet Kalidasa gave a description of such a ceremony in which the feet were painted and the ankles decorated with rings, just like many of the yakshis depicted on the stupa railings, and then the woman kicked the tree with her left foot. One may surmise that dohada, or the concept of females associated with fertile trees, was a long-standing non-Buddhist tradition."
- Nature Spirits and Early Buddhism
Trees - Quotes for Gardeners IV Includes quotations about wild trees and forests.
"Let your tree knowledge branch out: There are over 20,000 different kinds of trees in the world. Less than 1% of a tree is made up of living cells. About 90% of a tree�s roots are in the top 18 inches of the soil. This is why it's important not to compact the soil or disturb the ground beneath the tree. Roots can extend up to three times the height of the tree. The notion that the root of a tree mirror its crown is more artistic than accurate. The shape of a tree actually resembles a wineglass set on a plate. Root growth can occur any time the soil temperature is above 32 F. A large leafy tree may take up as much as a ton of water form the soil every day."
- Kim Sebastian, Tree Trivia and Tree Myths
"The most famous sacred grove in mainland Greece was the oak grove at Dodona. Outside the walls of Athens, the site of the Academy was a sacred grove of olive trees, still recalled in the phrase "the groves of Academe." In central Italy, the town of Nemi recalls the Latin nemus Aricinum. or "grove of Ariccia ", a small town a quarter of the way around the lake. In Antiquity the area had no town, but the grove was the site of one of the most famous of Roman cults and temples: that of Diana Nemorensis. a study of which served as the seed for Sir James Frazer 's seminal work on the anthropology of religion, The Golden Bough . A sacred grove behind the House of the Vestal Virgins on the edge of the Roman Forum lingered until its last vestiges were burnt in the Great Fire of Rome in 64 CE. In the town of Spoleto. Umbria. two stones from the late third century BCE, inscribed in archaic Latin, established punishments for the profanation of the woods dedicated to Jupiter (Lex Luci Spoletina ) have survived; they are preserved in the National Archeological Museum of Spoleto. The Bosco Sacro (literally sacred grove ) in the garden of Bomarzo. Italy, lends its associations to the uncanny atmosphere."
- Sacred Grove
"The dryad is the spirit of the tree, its essential pattern. It is a living being linked to the tree and growing with it, but at the same time it is a trans-temporal and trans-spacial creature, living in the Astral dimension as much as in the mundane world. When a branch falls off a tree or is pruned, the dryad spirit is still in the wood. It is not really correct to speak of "parts" of a spirit, but one might consider the spirit of the wand to be part of the tree's consciousness. Some writers suggest that trees withdraw their life from a branch when they sense it is going to be cut and there is doubtless something to such observations. Nevertheless, in my experience, the spirit always remains in some degree and can be awoken by enchantment when the branche is crafted into a wand."
- Dryads and the Properties of Wood
A couple left their daughter in charge of her younger brother, but she lost track of him, and the magic swan geese snatched him away. She chased after him and came to an oven. It offered to tell her if she ate its rye buns; she scorned them, saying she doesn't even eat wheat buns. She also scorned similar offers from an apple tree, and a river of milk. She came across a little hut built on a hen's foot, in which she found Baba Yaga with her brother; Baba Yaga set her to spin flax and left. A mouse scurried out and said it would tell her what she needed to know if she gave it porridge; she did, and it told her that Baba Yaga was heating the bath house to steam her, then she would cook her. The mouse took over her spinning, and the girl took her brother and fled.
Baba Yaga sent the swan geese after her. She begged the river for aid, and it insisted she eat some of it first; she did, and it sheltered her. When she ran on, the swan geese followed again, and the same happened with the apple tree and the oven. Then she reached home and safety.
The Tale of Tsar Saltan, of his son, the glorious and mighty knight prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and of the fair Swan-princess
The Tale of Tsar Saltan is a poem by Alexander Pushkin.
Three fair maidens, late one night,
Sat and spun by candlelight.
"Were our tsar to marry me,"
Said the eldest of the three,
"I would cook and I would bake -
Oh, what royal feasts I'd make."
Said the second of the three:
"Were our tsar to marry me,
I would weave a cloth of gold
Fair and wondrous to behold."
But the youngest of the three
Murmured: "If he married me -
I would give our tsar an heir
Handsome, brave, beyond compare."
The story is of three sisters, of whom the youngest is chosen by Tsar Saltan to be his wife, while he makes the other two his royal cook and royal weaver. They are jealous of course, and when the tsarina gives birth to a son, Prince Gvidon, they arrange to have her and her child ordered to be shut up in a barrel and thrown into the sea. The sea itself takes pity on them, and they are cast up on the shore of a remote island Buyan. The son, having quickly grown while in the barrel, goes hunting. However, he ends up saving an enchanted swan from a kite. The swan creates a city for Prince Gvidon to rule, but he is homesick, and the swan turns him into a mosquito. In this guise he visits Tsar Saltan's court, where he stings his aunt's eye and escapes.
Back in his distant realm, the swan gives Gvidon a magical squirrel. But he continues to pine for home, so the swan transforms him into a fly, and in the Tsar's court he stings the eye of his other aunt. In a third round he becomes a wasp (or bee) and stings the nose of his grandmother. In the end, he expresses a desire for a bride instead of his old home, upon which the swan is revealed to be a beautiful princess, whom he marries. He is visited by the Tsar, who is over joyed to find his wife and newly-married son.
Emelya the Fool was known to every one around as the laziest man alive. Emelya spent most of his days lounging on the stove, doing nothing, while his family worked hard in the fields.
One day, however, Emelya caught a Pike. The Pike was no ordinary fish. Filled with magic, it was able to grant Emelya anything he wanted in exchange for its freedom. At first, living in his little village, Emelya found only simple uses for his new magic he got wood to cut itself, and the sled to run without a horse. But soon Emelya's antics brought him to the attention of the Tsar. Forced to go before the Tsar, Emelya actually flew there on his stove. But once at the palace, an unexpected event led to a dramatic change in plans Emelya fell in love with the Tsar's beautiful daughter, Tsarevna Marya, and she with him. But the Tsar wasn't very happy with this state of affairs, and he had both Emelya and his daughter put into a barrel and cast into the ocean. But Emelya, with the Pike's help, escaped the barrel and made a beautiful palace for himself and Marya. All was well until the Tsar rode by the castle one day, and sent his messengers to investigate.
In the Russian tale the tsar orders his three sons shoot arrows and find their brides where the arrows land. The youngest son's arrow is picked up by a frog; so he is at a loss until a friendly frog takes pity on him and offers to marry him. The king then assigns his three prospective daughters-in-law various tasks. In every task the frog far outdoes the lazy brides-to-be of the older brothers. Still, the young prince is ashamed of his froggy bride, until she is magically transformed into a tsarevna.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the Tsar decided that it was time for his three sons to get married. He called them together, telling them each to shoot their arrows, and whatever maiden their arrows should land by would be their bride. The eldest son drew back his bow, and shot his arrow, which hit next to a nobleman's daughter. The middle son then drew his bow, and shot his arrow, which landed by a merchant's daughter.
Then came the turn of the youngest son, Ivan Tsarevich. Ivan drew back his bow and shot his arrow. But Ivan's arrow didn't find a maiden, it flew off into a swamp. To Ivan's great surprise, his arrow had landed next to a frog. His two older brothers laughed at him, and Ivan begged the Tsar not to make him marry the frog. But the Tsar understood the fate of young Ivan, and Ivan and the frog were married.
Soon after his sons were married, the Tsar called them together once more. He had decided to set their wives to certain tasks to see which one could perform them the best. The first task was for them to bake a loaf of bread. Ivan went home and told his frog about baking the bread. The frog replied for him not to worry, and sent Ivan to bed. After Ivan was sleeping, the frog removed her skin and turned into Vasilisa the Beautiful. She stood in the doorway, clapped her hands, and her servants came running to her aid. When Ivan awoke the next morning the frog handed a loaf of white bread to him. After tasting the bread of all three wives, the Tsar declared that the bread of Ivan's wife was by far the best.
The second task was to weave a beautiful carpet. Once again the frog sent Ivan to bed, shed her skin, summoned her servants, and wove a magnificent carpet. The Tsar once again chose the work of Ivan's wife over the others.
The third task was to see which wife could dance the best at the royal ball. The frog told Ivan to arrive at the ball alone, and she would follow an hour later. And so Ivan arrived alone, and an hour later his wife, Vasilisa the Beautiful, arrived. She shamed the other wives by using her magic powers to dance and create a lake of swans.
Ivan was so enchanted with her, that he destroyed her frog skin. Vasilisa screamed at him to stop, but it was to late. As soon as her skin was destroyed, Vasilisa turned into a swan and flew away to where she was obliged to be the prisoner of Koschei the Deathless. Ivan had to embark upon a long and magical journey to find his wife. He had to inquire from the evil witch Baba Yaga to learn of the magical feats that he must accomplish to free his wife.
Baba Yaga tells him that he must travel to the Island of Buyan, and that Koschei's death is on the point of a needle, which is in an egg, inside a duck, which is in a hare, contained in a chest buried underneath a large oak tree. Ivan travels to the island, finds the tree, and with the help of several animals that he has befriended, he is able to break the egg to kill Koschei, and to snap the needle which frees Vasilisa.
They return to their home and live happily ever after.
Once there lived an old widower and his daughter. In due time, the man remarried to an older woman who had a daughter. The woman doted on her own daughter, praising her at every opportunity, but she despised her stepdaughter. She found fault with everything the girl did and made her work long and hard all day long. One day the old woman made up her mind to get rid of the stepdaughter once and for all. She ordered her husband, "Take her somewhere far away and don't take her to some relative's house. Take her into the biting cold of the forest and leave her there."
The old man grieved and wept but he knew that he could do nothing else; his wife always had her way. So he took the girl into the forest and left her there. He turned back quickly so that he wouldn't have to see his girl freeze.
The poor thing, sat there in the snow, with her body shivering and her teeth chattering! Then Morozko (Father Frost), leaping from tree to tree, came upon her.
"Are you warm, dear?" he asked.
"Welcome, my dear Morozko. Yes, I am quite warm," she said, even though she was cold to the bone.
Later, Morozko returned twice to ask how she was doing, and this time Morozko gave her silver and gold jewelry to wear, with enough extra jewels to fill the box.
Meanwhile, back at her father's hut, the old woman told her husband to go back into the forest and fetch the body of his daughter. Joy overwhelmed the old man when he saw his daughter was still alive, wrapped in a sable coat and adorned with silver and gold! When he arrived home with his daughter and the box of jewels, his wife wanted the same for her daughter. The old man did as he was told.
Like the other girl at first, the old woman's daughter began to shake and shiver. In a short while, Morozko came by and asked her how she was doing.
"Are you blind?" she replied. "Can't you see that my hands and feet are quite numb? Curse you, you miserable Morozko!"
The next day the old man went to get the girl. A short while later, the gate to the yard creaked. The old woman went outside and saw her husband standing next to the sleigh. She rushed forward and pulled aside the sleigh's cover. To her horror, she saw the body of her daughter, frozen by an angry Morozko.
Once there lived an evil, greedy woman who loved her own daughter and hated her virtuous, hardworking stepdaughter. On a very cold day in January, she sent her poor stepdaughter to the forest to pick snowdrops for her stepsister's birthday.
"But the snowdrops won't be blooming for another two months, at least!" cried the poor girl." Her stepmother said, "I don't want to hear about it. Go out there and find them and don't come back until you do."
Since the girl had no choice, she started walking through the frozen woods. She walked further and further and got colder and colder, but there wasn't a living thing to be seen. The wind began to blow and the snow began to fall.
Suddenly, she came out into a clearing where she saw twelve men, from very young to very old, dressed in rich clothes. They asked her why she was out at night in the forest during a snowstorm. She bowed politely to them and told them that her stepmother had ordered her to pick snowdrops for her stepsister. The twelve months felt sorry for her, and decided to help her.
January, who looked like a very old man, took his cane, hit the ground with it, and chanted a spell. Around them, that cold first month of the year passed by within seconds. He then gave the cane to February, and the same thing happened, and then the cane went to March, who made flowers spring up all over the glade. She picked great armfuls of tender spring flowers and put them in her basket.
When she returned home and told what had happened to her in the forest, the jealous stepmother let her own daughter go to the glade to ask the twelve months for berries, mushrooms, apples and cucumbers. The girl found the glade and the twelve months around the big fire. But this daughter was rude to them and did not get anything. January waved his hand and she was buried in thick layers of snow. Her mother tried to find her, but also was frozen to death.
The kindhearted stepdaughter lived long and happily. In May she had the freshest flowers in her house, in June the best berries, and in September the best apples. People said that the twelve months visited her regularly and always gave her their blessings.
Narrative and translation: Donna Richardson and Tatyana Stonebarger.
A king's apple tree bore golden apples, but every night, one was stolen. Guards reported that the Firebird stole them. The king told his two oldest sons that the one who caught the bird would receive half his kingdom and be his heir. They drew lots to see who would be first, but both fell asleep; they tried to claim it had not come, but it had stolen an apple. Finally Ivan Tsarevich, the youngest son, asked to try; his father was reluctant because of his youth but consented. Ivan remained awake and caught a tail feather. The Firebird did not return, but the king longed for the bird. He said that still, whoever caught it would have half his kingdom and be his heir.
The older brothers set out. They came to a stone that said whoever took one road would know hunger and cold; whoever took the second would live, though his horse would die; and whoever took the third would die, though his horse would live. They did not know which way to take, and so took up an idle life.
Ivan begged to be allowed to go until his father yielded. He took the second road, and a wolf ate his horse. He walked until he was exhausted, and the wolf offered to carry him. It brought him to the garden where the firebird was and told him to take it out without its golden cage. The prince went in, but thought it was a great pity not to take the cage, but when he touched it, bells rang, waking everyone, and he was captured. He told his story, and the First King said he could have had it for the asking, but he could be spared now only if he got the Horse with the Golden Mane.
He met the wolf and admitted to his disobedience. It carried him to the kingdom and stables where he could get the horse and warned him against the golden bridle. Its beauty tempted him, and he touched it, and instruments of brass sounded. He was captured, and the Second King told him that if he had come with the word, he would have given him the horse, but now he would be spared only if he brought him Helen the Beautiful to be his wife.
Ivan went back to the wolf, confessed, and was brought to her castle. The wolf carried her off, but Ivan was able to assuage her fears. Ivan brought her back to the Second King, but wept because they had come to love each other. The wolf turned itself into the form of the princess and had Ivan exchange it for the Horse with the Golden Mane. Ivan and Helen rode off on the Horse. The wolf escaped the king. It reached Ivan and Helen, and Helen rode the horse and Ivan the wolf. Ivan asked the wolf to become like the horse and let him exchange it for the Firebird, so that he could keep the horse as well. The wolf agreed, the exchange was done, and Ivan returned to his own kingdom with Helen, the horse, and the Firebird.
The wolf said its service was done when they returned to where it had eaten Ivan's horse. Ivan dismounted and lamented their parting. They went on for a time and slept. His older brothers found them, killed Ivan, sliced his body to pieces, and told Helen that they would kill her if she would not say that they had gotten the horse, the firebird, and her. They brought them to their father, and the second son got half the kingdom, and the oldest was to marry Helen.
The Grey Wolf found Ivan's body and caught two fledgling crows that would have eaten it. Their mother pleaded for them, and the wolf sent her to fetch the water of death, which restored the body, and the water of life, which revived him. The wolf carried him to the wedding in time to stop it; the older brothers were made servants or killed by the wolf, but Ivan married Helen and lived happily with her.
A long time ago in the forests of Russia there lived a peasant by the name of Ivan with his wife, Maria. Although they loved each other very much and had many friends, they were unhappy because they had no children.
One winter day, they watched the village children build a snowman. "Let's build a snowman, too!," said Ivan. And they proceeded to craft a pretty little maiden out of snow. Struck with their creation, Ivan said, "Little snowmaiden, speak to me." Maria exclaimed, "Yes, come to life so you can romp and play like the other children!" Before their very eyes, Snegurochka became a real girl. "I have come from the land of winter, ice and snow," said the little girl. She ran and hugged them. There was joyous singing, dancing and celebrating in the village that night. All that long Russian winter Snegurochka romped and played with the other children. Everyone loved her. She, Ivan and Maria were very happy.
Then one day, when the first signs of spring appeared, Snegurochka came to Ivan and Maria, and with tear-filled eyes told them that she must go away, up North to the land of snow. They begged her to stay. Upset, Ivan jumped up and shut the door to the hut so the snowmaiden couldn't leave, and Maria hugged her tight. But as she held the little girl, the child melted away. Ivan and Maria wept bitterly.
All spring and summer they were lonely. Summer turned into fall and fall into winter and once again it was cold and icy outside. One night a familiar voice was heard. "Mother! Father! Open the door! The snow has brought me back once more!" Ivan threw open the door and Snegurochka ran into their arms. All that winter she lived with them and played with the other village children. But in the spring she had to go back North, whence she had come. This time Ivan and Maria did not weep, knowing she would return once more when winter appeared on the land. And so it was that the snowmaiden brought warmth and joy to Ivan and Maria during the long, cold, Russian winter for many, many, many years.
One of the two tales with the same name Snegurochka (The Snow Maiden) is retold by Alexandr Ostrovsky.
It has been winter for fifteen years because the Sun God is angry that Frost and Spring have had a daughter together: Snegurochka. Now on the verge of adulthood, she decides to escape the cold and lonely forest and join the world of the mortals. She is attracted by Lel’s seductive songs but is unable to express her feelings for him. Snegurochka’s friend Kupava is engaged to Mizgir, but when he sees Snegurochka he falls in love with her instead and breaks off the original engagement, leaving Kupava upset and angry at her betrayal. She seeks solace in the arms of Lel. Meanwhile Snegurochka begs her mother to grant her the capacity for human love and warmth. At a mass spring wedding, Snegurochka professes her love for Mizgir as a ray of sun strikes her and she melts away. The Sun God is appeased by her death and all celebrate the coming of spring.
Once upon a time there lived an old man and his wife.
One day the old woman went into the pantry and saw that there.
It turned out just right, crunchy side, delicious aroma.
Old woman put Kolobok on the window sill to cool. Kolobok looked around, jumped off and ran away Kolobok rolled along and met the Rabbit.
"Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you." Said the Rabbit. "Don't eat me, I will sing you a song." Said Kolobok and began to sing: "I'm a happy Kolobok, with a crunchy brown side. In the oven I was baked, on the window sill cooled. From old man I ran away, from old woman too. I will run away from you." and Kolobok ran along and met the wolf.
"Kolobok, I will eat you." Said the Wolf. "Don't eat me, Wolf, I will sing you a song." Said Kolobok and began to sing: "I'm a happy Kolobok, with a crunchy brown side. In the oven I was baked, on the window sill cooled. From old man I ran away, from old woman too. I ran away from Rabbit and will run away from you." Kolobok rolled on his way and met the Bear.
"Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you." Grumbled the Bear. "Don't eat me, I will sing you a song." Said Kolobok and started singing: "I'm a happy Kolobok, with a crunchy brown side. In the oven I was baked, on the window sill cooled. From old man I ran away, from old woman too. I ran away from Rabbit and Wolf and will run away from you." Kolobok rolled away from Bear. As he rolled along, Kolobok saw the Fox.
"Kolobok, Kolobok," called the Fox. "I will eat you." "Don't eat me, Fox, I will sing you a song." Said Kolobok and started singing: "I'm a happy Kolobok, with a crunchy brown side. In the oven I was baked, on the window sill cooled. From old man I ran away, from old woman too. I ran away from Rabbit, Wolf and Bear, and will run away from you."
"What a wonderful song." Said Fox. Too bad I am hard of hearing. Come closer and sing for me again, so I can hear better." Said fox. Kolobok climbed closer, and as he began to sing.
And the Fox ate kolobok. The End.
Sadko was a merchant and gusli musician from Novgorod.
Sadko played the gusli on the shores of a lake. The Sea Tsar appeared to express his gratitude. On the Tsar's advice, Sadko made a bet with the local merchants about a certain fish in the lake; then he caught it, and the merchants had to pay the bet, making Sadko a rich merchant.
Sadko traded on the seas with his new wealth, but one day, his ships stopped in the sea and would not move. He and his sailors tried to appease the Sea Tsar with gold, but finally Sadko had to jump into the sea. He played the gusli for the Sea Tsar, who offered him, already married man, a new bride. On advice, he took the last maiden in a long line, and lay down beside her.
He woke up on the shore and rejoined his wife.
This tale attracted the attention of several authors in 19th century with the rise of the Slavophile movement and served as a basis for a number of derived works.
Ruslan and Ludmila is a poem by Alexander Pushkin, published in 1820. It is written as an epic fairy tale consisting of a dedication, six "songs" or "cantos", and an epilogue.
In a brief prologue, the narrator of the story describes a green oak by the sea, and makes reference to several other elements common in Russian folktales, such as a hut on hen’s legs, Baba Yaga, and King Koschei. Bound to the tree by a golden chain is a story-telling cat. The narrator remembers one of the cat’s stories in particular, namely the one that follows.
Prince Vladimir of Kiev celebrates the marriage of his daughter, Ludmila, to the bold warrior Ruslan. Among the guests are Ruslan’s jealous rivals, the bold warrior Rogday, the boastful Farlaf, and the young khazar Khan Ratmir.
On their wedding night, as Ruslan prepares to consummate the marriage, a strange presence fills the bedroom, accompanied by thunder and lightning. Ruslan finds that his bride has mysteriously vanished.
On hearing of Ludmila's disappearance, the angered Vladimir annuls the marriage and promises his daughter’s hand to whoever is able to return her safely. Ruslan and his three rivals set off on horseback. Ruslan encounters an old man in a cavern who tells him that Ludmila had been abducted by the long bearded sorcerer Chernomor, and that Ruslan would find her unharmed.
The brave knight Ruslan had to face all the challenges and obstacles to find and rescue her.
The Golden Cockerel is a poem by Alexander Pushkin, who based this tale on two chapters of Tales of the Alhambra by Washington Irving.
Pushkin's tale is set in the land of Tsar Dadon, who is looking for a new method to protect his rich kingdom. He offers the reward of the person's choice in return for finding a perfect security system. He is disappointed when he tries several different techniques, but at last there appears an astrologer, who seems to have the answer. The astrologer gives him a Golden Cockerel, which will crow any time that the Kingdom is endangered. The astrologer then chooses not to claim his reward immediately, but to wait until he can decide what he would like.
The magic Cockerel proves to be the perfect protection for Tsar Dadon's kingdom. The Cockerel ends up crowing three times. The first time he crows, an enemy army is advancing towards Tsar Dadon's land. The Tsar sends his elder son and his mighty army to fight the enemy. The tsardom is saved, but the Tsar's son and army never return.
The Cockerel crows the second time as another army is advancing to capture Dadon's land. This time he sends his younger son and an army into battle. But once again, though the kingdom is spared, neither the son nor the army ever returns.
The Cockerel then crows the third time, sounding the alarm that yet a third army is planning to invade. This time, Dadon himself leads an army to the farthest borders of the kingdom. Arriving there, he is horrified at what he discovers. All along the border of his land are strewn out the dead bodies of his soldiers that he had sent into battle. He also finds the slaughtered bodies of his two sons. Tsar Dadon is then overcome with sickness and grief. He walks into a tent to sit down, and there his sadness is lifted when he sees a most beautiful sight! Before him stands the seductive Queen of Shemakha. Dadon immediately falls in love with her, and plans to marry her once they return to his castle. But on the way home they encounter the Astrologer who has decided that he would like to claim the enchanting Queen for himself, as his reward. Tsar Dadon is engulfed with anger and envy. He not only denies the Astrologer his reward, but also kills him.
The Golden Cockerel then flies down from his perch and pecks Dadon to death for not keeping his end of the bargain.
The story is basically a variation of the tale Beauty and the Beast.
Once upon a time in a far away land, a merchant was preparing to set out on a long journey. This merchant had three daughters, and he asked all of them what they would like as gifts for themselves when he returned from his voyage. The first daughter requested a golden crown, and the second one wanted a crystal mirror. The third daughter asked only for "the little scarlet flower."
The merchant set out on his journey. It did not take him very long to find a beautiful golden crown and a fine crystal mirror. He had difficulty, however, finding the third gift, the scarlet flower. He searched everywhere, and eventually his search led him into a magical forest. Deep within these woods there was situated a palace, in whose courtyard grew a beautiful flower. As the merchant drew closer to the flower, he realized what it was--the scarlet flower. Cautiously, the merchant picked the flower that his youngest daughter wanted so badly. Upon picking the scarlet flower, he was confronted by a hideous beast, who demanded that in return for picking the flower the merchant must send one of his daughters deep into the enchanted forest to live with the beast forever.
Upon receiving the scarlet flower, the merchant's youngest daughter agreed to go to the beast. She journeyed alone into the forest and found the castle where she would dwell forever. For a time, she lived there very happily. The beast had not revealed himself to her, and showered her daily with kindness and gifts. She started to grow quite fond of her invisible keeper, and one day asked that he show himself. The beast reluctantly gave into her plea, and just as he had feared, she recoiled in terror at the site of him.
That night the girl had a haunting dream about her father falling deathly ill. She begged the beast to release her, so that she could find her dying father. Touched by her concern, the beast released her on one condition--that she return to him in three days time. The girl found her father, and prepared to return to the beast in the allotted time. However, her sisters altered the time on the clocks, making her arrive late. There upon her arrival the girl was horrified at what she encountered. The beast was dead, lying there clutching her scarlet flower. Heartbroken, the girl embraced the dead beast, and declared her love for him. Having done this, she unknowingly broke the evil spell, and her beloved beast awoke, turning into a handsome prince.
They lived happily ever after.
An old man has three sons - the elder two are considered fairly smart, while the youngest, Ivan, is considered an idiot. One day the father sends the three to find out who's been taking the hay in their fields at night. The elder brothers decide to lie hidden in a haystack, where they promptly fall asleep. Ivan, meanwhile, sits beside a birch tree and plays on his recorder. Suddenly, he sees a magnificent horse come flying out of the sky. Ivan grabs its mane and holds on as the horse tries to shake him off. Finally, the horse begs him to let her go and in return gives him two beautiful black horses and a little humpbacked horse (Konyok-gorbunok) to be his companion.
Ivan finds that his brothers have taken his two beautiful horses. Konyok-gorbunok tells him that they will catch them in the city, so Ivan sits on its back and they go flying through the clouds. Along the way, Ivan finds the fiery feather of a firebird, which shines without giving off any heat, and takes it despite Konyok-gorbunok's warning that it will cause him difficulty later.
They reach the city, and Ivan outwits his brothers and sells his black horses to the Tsar. When it is found that nobody can control them except Ivan, he is put in charge of the Tsar's stables. The Tsar's adviser takes a disliking to Ivan, and hides himself in the stables to watch him at work so that he can think of a way to remove him from the Tsar's favour. After seeing Ivan use the firebird's feather for light, he steals it from him and shows it to the Tsar, who commands Ivan to catch him a firebird or lose his post.
With Konyok-gorbunok's help, Ivan catches one and brings it back to the Tsar. The Tsar's advisor tells the Tsar to make Ivan catch a beautiful legendary maiden of the sea, so the Tsar summons him and tells him that the consequences will be dire if he doesn't bring her within three weeks. Ivan again manages to do this.
The elderly tsar is overjoyed and begs the young maiden to marry him, but she refuses, telling him that she would only marry him if he were young and handsome, and that to become young and handsome he would need to bath first in boiling water, then in milk and then in freezing water. The tsar's advisor tells him to try this out on Ivan first, hoping at last to be rid of his nemesis. The tsar agrees, and when Ivan protests upon being told of this the tsar orders him to be thrown into prison until everything is ready the next morning. Konyok-gorbunov comes to Ivan and through the prison bars tells him not to worry - to simply whistle for him in the morning and let him put a magic spell on the water so that it will not be harmfull to him. The advisor overhears this, and kidnaps Konyok-gorbunok just as he is walking away from Ivan.
In the morning, Ivan whistles for Konyok-gorbunok, who is tied in a bag. He manages to free himself eventually, and at the last moment comes to Ivan's rescue and puts a spell on the three containers of water. Ivan jumps into the boiling water, then the milk and then the freezing water, and emerges as a handsome young man instead of a boy. The young maiden falls in love with him and they walk away. Meanwhile, the tsar gets excited and decides that he also wants to be young and handsome. However, the spell is no longer working, so after he jumps into the boiling water he doesn't come back out.
Soon after the Tsar's death Ivan and the Maiden Queen were married, and they lived with their Little Humpbacked Horse happily ever after.
The Tale of the Fisherman and the Golden Fish is a poem by Alexander Pushkin.
Once upon a time, there lived a very poor couple in a hut not far from the edge of the sea. Their only means of food was the fish that the old man caught in the sea. One morning, as was usual, the fisherman went to the sea to fish. But something unusual happened for he caught the Golden Fish. The Golden Fish begged the fisherman to spare his life, and in return offered to grant the him any wish he wanted. But the kindhearted fisherman asked for nothing, and returned the Golden Fish to the sea.
However, when he got home and told his wife about the incident, she became irate her and sent him back to the sea to catch the Golden Fish and to wish for a loaf of bread. The fisherman went back, caught the fish and asked for a loaf of bread. When he returned home, he found a fresh loaf of bread on the table.
The greedy wife decided that she could ask more than just a loaf of bread. The next morning, she sent her husband to ask for a new washtub. The new washtub appeared, but she still wasn't satisfied.
The following day the husband was sent to the sea to find the magic fish and to wish for a new house. This wish was, like the ones before it, granted. But the wish-list kept growing. With the fish's boon, the fisherman's wife first became governor. She dressed in rich, fine clothes and ordered about her many servants. But the woman was still unhappy, and demanded to become the queen of all the land.
Eventually, even being queen of all the land did not satisfy the wife, and so she sent her husband one last time to the sea to catch the Golden Fish and ask that she become ruler of the sea and of all creatures who live in it. The fisherman caught the fish, and made the wish. However, when he returned home his wife was dressed in her old rags, standing by her old broken washtub, inside the old shack, with not even a loaf of bread to eat.
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights is a 1833 fairy-tale poem by Aleksandr Pushkin. The story is based on the tale Little Snow White from Grimm's Fairy Tales.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, an evil queen sat with her magic plate in her hand. A magic apple would roll around a plate and reveal answers to any questions. She was appalled when this mirror said to her that she was no longer the most beautiful in all the land, but that a young princess was instead.
In her rage, the evil queen ordered that the princess be led deep into the forest, and then be killed. However, the old woman assigned the grim task of leading the beautiful girl astray took pity upon her intended victim, and left her in the forest without killing her. In the forest the princess found shelter with seven "bogatyrs" (warriors), and she lived there very happily. She had no idea that back in the castle the wicked queen's magic mirror had told her the secret of the girl's whereabouts, and that the queen had made plans to ensure that the princess would not once again escape her wrath.
One day, the beautiful princess was approached by a seemingly harmless old woman who offered her a delicious red apple. The naive princess never suspected that it was the evil queen in disguise, and gladly took the apple. Upon her first bite she fell into a deep, seemingly irreversible sleep.
But all hope was not to be lost. Far away, the great Prince Yelisei had heard of the fate befallen his love, and set out to break this spell which had cast her into such a deep sleep. He rode on his horse, inquiring first of the moon, then the wind, and then the sun, as to where his princess could be found. He finally found her sleeping body encased in a crystal tomb. Smashing the tomb with his sword, he broke the evil spell, and the princess awoke. They lived happily ever after.
The evil queen however, did not. She died of grief as soon as her mirror revealed to her that the princess would live happily ever after.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, a brother and sister walked together down a long road. The sister's name was Alyonushka, and her brother was called Ivanushka. The two had been walking a long time when they came to a cow's hoof filled with water.
"May I drink form it sister?" little Ivanushka asked.
"No, or you will turn into a calf," Alyonushka answered. Little Ivanushka was very thirsty, but obeyed his sister. He obeyed her again when they came to a horse's hoof filled with water. Alyonushka told him that if he drank from it, he would turn into a foal. The brother and sister walked along further, and Ivanushka became increasingly thirsty. Then they came upon a goat's hoof filled with water.
"May I drink from it?" Ivanushka asked.
Alyonushka once again was firm.
"No, if you do you will turn into a kid." But this time the boy disobeyed his sister, and upon his first sip turned into a little goat.
Alyonushka sat on the rode crying when a merchant drove by and inquired about her trouble. Alyonushka explained the situation to him, and he said that if she married him they could live happily with the goat. Alyonushka agreed, and so they lived happily this way for some time.
Then one day an evil witch tricked Alyonushka into going down to the river, where she tied a stone around her neck and threw her in. The witch then took on Alyonushka's form and lived as her for awhile. Only poor Ivanushka knew the truth about his sister. Little did he know that the witch had plans for him, too. When witch overheard him one day talking to his sister in the lake, she decided to ask the merchant to kill the little goat.
It was hard for the merchant to agree to kill Ivanushka, as he loved the goat like a person. But, being deceived by the witch, he felt his wife's wishes to be the most important. Ivanushka asked the merchant if he could go to the river for one last drink before he died, and the merchant agreed.
There at the river's edge the goat cried out to his sister, and she answered him that she couldn't help him with a stone tied around her neck. Neither the brother nor sister realized that this time a peasant had overheard their conversation, and was on his way to stop the merchant from killing Ivanushka.
Upon hearing the peasant's story, the merchant ran to the river, found Alyonushka, and took the stone from around her neck.
The witch was then tied to a horse, which was turned loose in an open field. The little goat was so happy that he turned three somersaults, and was changed back into a boy.
They lived happily ever after.
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