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Ершов Петр Павлович - Pyotr Yershov. The little humpbacked horse

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p; Raised his voice and thumped his tail,
  Called the tribe of sturgeons, and
  Thus delivered his command:
  "Ere the sun sets, you must bring
  Me the Fair Tsar-Maiden's ring
  It is hidden in a chest;
  Who fulfils this my behest
  Will receive a title-he
  Privy Counsellor will be;
  But, if I am not obeyed,
  On my word-I'll have you flayed."
  At these words, the sturgeons bowed
  And withdrew in order proud.
  In another hour or so,
  Two white sturgeons, swimming slow,
  Humbly bending head and tail,
  Thus addressed the Monster whale:
  "Be not wrathful, 0 great Tsar!
  All the oceans, near and far,
  We have searched and ploughed-but we
  Of that ring no sign could see.
  Of your subjects, but one fish-
  That's the perch-can do your wish;
  He's at home in all the seas,
  He will find that ring with ease;
  But, perhaps it was in spite,
  That he left his home last night."
  "Have him found and brought to me
  To my cabin, instantly."
  Thundered wrathfully the whale
  Wiggling whiskers, fins and tail.
  Bowing low, the sturgeons raced
  To the county Court in haste;
  There they had a Royal Writ
  Drawn up instantly-to wit:
  That the brawling perch, when caught,
  To His Majesty be brought;
  It was penned in copper-plate
  By the bream, in duplicate;
  And the sheat-fish (Counsellor)
  Signed without the least demur;
  Then the lobster and the eel
  Sealed it with the Royal Seal,
  Called a pair of dolphins, who
  Were forthwith commissioned to
  Institute a thorough search
  For that vagrant brawling perch;
  And, when they had found the same,
  Seize him, in the Royal Name,
  And immediately to hale
  Him before the Royal Whale.
  Here the dolphins bowed assent
  And to seek the perch they went.
  So they searched an hour, or more,
  All the seas from shore to shore;
  All the lakes they searched, and they
  Searched each river, creek and bay
  For the perch-but all in vain,
  And, chagrined, turned back again,
  Almost shedding tears for shame ...
  Suddenly, from somewhere came
  Unexpectedly, a cry
  (From a little pond nearby);
  To the pond they turned, and they
  Dived below without delay;
  There, the perch in furious war
  With a little carp they saw;
  "Hist-the devil take you now,"
  Roared the runners-"What a row!
  One might think from your loud cries
  You were fighting for a prize!"
  "Who asked you to interfere?"
  Cried the perch, who showed no fear,
  "I'm no joker-for two pins
  I would rip you with my fins."
  "Oh, you brawling vagabond,
  You, of squabbling always fond-
  You would only gad about,
  Rascal you, and fight and shout!
  Home and you just don't agree!
  But-why argue with you-see-
  Here's the Tsar's ukase that you
  Come to him without ado."
  Then they dragged the vagabond
  By his whiskers, through the pond,
  To the whale; the perch-fish, he
  Yelled and struggled furiously:
  "Brothers-let me give him one
  Little punch, and I'll be done!
  Why, that carp-fish, publicly,
  Yesterday insulted me,
  Called me names, and cursed me, too-
  Let me get at him, please do.
  " Long and loud he shouted, till,
  Willy-nilly, he grew still;
  While the dolphins swam with him
  Through the seas, in silence grim,
  Hauling him by gills and fins
  To the whale, for his black sins.
  "Traitor's son-what does this mean?
  You are late-where have you been?"
  Wrathfully roared out the whale,
  And the perch, all meek and pale,
  Begged for pardon on his fins
  And confessed to all his sins.
  "Well, I'll pardon you this time
  If you expiate your crime
  And fulfil my Royal Wish,"
  Said the monarch of the fish.
  "I shall only be too proud,"
  On his fins, the perch squealed loud.
  "You are always in and out
  Of the oceans-and no doubt,
  Saw the Tsar-Maid's ring?" "Yea, yea!
  I can find it straightaway."
  "Well, be off with you, and see
  That you bring it instantly."
  Then the perch, with humble tail,
  Bowed and left the Royal Whale;
  Railed the servants to their face,
  Tried to kiss a pretty dace,
  Punched a dozen sprats in play,
  Ere he went upon his way,
  After which, he fearlessly
  Dived into the slimy sea
  And, from out the ocean-bed,
  Dug a casket with his head
  Weighing no less than a ton.
  "This is easier said than done,"
  Cried the perch; he gave a shout
  For the herrings to come out.
  Though the herrings did their best,
  Pushed and crowded round the chest,
  Squeaking, squealing, high and low,
  "Yo heave ho!" and "Yo, ho ho!"
  All their efforts were in vain-
  They grew hoarse from cries and strain,
  While that casket still stuck fast
  Till the perch cried out at last:
  "You're real herrings, yes indeed!
  Vodka? Knouts is what you need!
  Then, in dudgeon, quickly made
  Off to seek the sturgeons' aid.
  All the sturgeons flocked around
  And, without a single sound,
  Raised the little jewel box
  Stuck fast in the mud and rocks.
  "Well, you fellows-just take care,"
  Said the perch-"and now, repair
  To the Tsar; while I shall go
  Home, and take a rest below.
  My poor eyes, they just can't keep
  Open-they're so full of sleep ..."
  And the sturgeons, then and there,
  Swam off to the Tsar with care,
  While the brawling vagabond
  Made his way toward the pond
  (Whence he had been hauled away
  Somewhat earlier that day)
  Back to fight the carp, may be-
  I can't say-no fish told me.
  But-forget him, if you can,
  Let's return to our Ivan.
  Calm reigned on the ocean, and
  Humming mournful, on the sand,
  Vanya sat with great concern,
  Waiting for the whale's return;
  On the beach, by Vanya's side,
  Slept his humpback true and tried.
  Evening shadows fell apace,
  And the Sun had run his race,
  Tinged the heavens with the blaze
  Of his slowly dying rays;
  But-no token of the whale.
  "May you rot from head to tail,
  Nasty boaster," cried Ivan-
  "You deceiving Sea-shaitan !-
  Promised faithfully you'd bring,
  Ere night fell, the Tsar-Maid's ring;
  See-the Sun has almost set
  And you haven't brought it yet,
  Liar ..." Here, the ocean surged,
  And the Monster Whale emerged;
  "For the kindness you did me,
  I have kept my promise-see-"
  Quoth he to our Vanya, and
  Plumped the casket on the sand,
  So, the shore rocked to and fro.
  "Now I've paid my debt, I'll go,
  But should you need me anew,
  Call me, and I'll come to you;
  I'll remember till I die
  What you've done for me-good-bye!"
  More than this, he did not say,
  Gave one splash and swam away.
  Humpback horse jumped up, awake,
  Gave his mane and tail a shake,
  At Ivanushka he glanced,
  Turned a somersault, and pranced:
  "Whale Whaleovich! Marvellous!
  You have paid your debt to us!
  Thank you, Monster Whale," called out
  Little humpback with a shout.
  "Now, Ivan, do not delay-
  Let's be going on our way-
  Three days have already passed
  And tomorrow is our last.
  Our old man will die of sorrow
  If we don't get back tomorrow."
  Said Ivan: "I've done my best,
  But I cannot raise that chest-
  I'd be very happy to,
  But it's more than I can do-
  Though I tried three times to lift it,
  Yet I couldn't even shift it;
  It must hold at least a score,
  Or a hundred fiends, or more."
  Here his horse, without a sound,
  Raised the casket from the ground
  To his neck, with one light kick,
  And then said: "Now, mount me, quick-
  Time is nearly up, you know,
  And we still have far to go."
  Horse and rider, tired and worn,
  Reached the palace gates at dawn,
  And the Tsar ran out to meet him-
  "Where's my ring?" was all his greeting.
  Vanya got off from his horse
  Proudly answered: "Here, of course
  And, a little casket, too.
  Call the guards, though, for-look you,
  Yes, it may seem small, but yet
  It could crush the fiend, I'll bet."
  So the guards were called, and they
  Took the jewel box away;
  Then the Tsar, he forthwith sped
  To the Tsar-Maid, and he said
  In a sweet and tender voice:
  "Dear, your ring is found-rejoice!
  Now, permit me to repeat
  There's no obstacle, my sweet,
  To prevent us, 0 my life,
  From becoming man and wife
  In the morning; but, my dear,
  Come and see, your ring is here.
  " "Yes, I know, I know," she said-
  "Still-we cannot yet be wed."
  "Why can you not be my wife?
  Why?-I love you more than life;
  And, forgive my boldness, do,
  I just want to marry you.
  If you don't... at dawn tomorrow
  I shall die of grief and sorrow!
  0, Tsaritsa-pity me!"
  But the Tsar-Maid said, said she:
  "Only look-you're old and grey-
  I'm but fifteen and a day-
  We can't marry-if we do,
  All the tsars will laugh at you,
  Saying-there goes youth with age.'
  But the Tsar replied in rage:
  "Mock me? Only let them dare-
  They won't laugh again, I swear!
  I shall put them all to flight-
  Kith and kin to death I'll smite!"
  "Even then," the Tsar-Maid said,
  "You and I cannot be wed.
  I won't marry you-remember
  Roses don't bloom in December;
  I am beautiful-let's see-
  What can you boast of to me?"
  Quoth the Tsar: "I may be old
  Yet I am both gay and bold.
  When I dress myself a bit
  Everybody will admit
  That I'm handsome as can be.
  But-what need of this?" said he,
  "If but you and I be wed."
  But the Tsar-Maid merely said:
  "Never, never in my life
  Will I ever be the wife
  Of an old, old man like you,
  Grey haired, ugly, toothless, too!"
  Frowning, as he scratched his head,
  Here the old Tsar only said:
  "Now, whatever shall I do?
  How I want to marry you!
  Yet the only thing you say
  Is, for ever Nay and Nay!"
  But again the Tsar-Maid said:
  "Grey hairs I shall never wed!
  You regain your youth anew,
  And I'll gladly marry you."
  "0, Tsaritsa, dear-look here-
  One can't be reborn, I fear,
  Only God works wonders, see."
  Then the Tsar-Maid said, said she:
  "If you have no fear of pain,
  You will soon be young again.
  Listen-early in the morn,
  On the palace court-yard lawn,
  You must have three cauldrons ready,
  Two-on fires burning steady;
  Now, the first one must be filled
  To the brim, with water chilled;
  While the next-with water hot-
  Have it boiled there on the spot;
  Then, with milk fill up the last,
  Heat it, till the milk boils fast;
  If you wish to marry me,
  Young and handsome wish to be,
  First you must your robes divest,
  Plunge into the milk, undressed;
  Next, in boiling water; then,
  In the water cold-and when
  You emerge-believe me, you
  Will be young and handsome too!"
  All the Tsar did was to say
  That his groom come straightaway.
  "Are you sending me once more,"
  Cried Ivan, "off to the shore?
  No, Your Majesty-not if I can help it-
  I'm still stiff, As it is-no, I won't go!"
  "No," the Tsar said-"No, no, no-
  Listen, now-tomorrow morn
  On the palace court-yard lawn,
  I will have three cauldrons filled:
  One will have cold water, chilled,
  In the second cauldron-pot
  There'll be water, boiling hot;
  While with milk I'll fill the last,
  Heating it till it boils fast.
  You, Ivan, must do your best-
  These three cauldrons you must test-
  First bathe in the milk, my son,
  Then the waters, one by one."
  "Listen to his blarney," said
  Vanya, and he shook his head-
  "Chickens, pigs, and turkeys-yes-
  People scald them, I confess;
  I'm no pig or turkey, though,
  Nor a chicken, as you know.
  Now, a cold bath-why that's quite
  Diff'rent and, I'll say, all right;
  As to being boiled alive-
  You can't tempt me-don't you strive;
  But-enough, Your Majesty-
  Don't you make a fool of me."
  Wrathfully, the Tsar's beard shook-
  "What-me argue with you? Look!
  If my bidding be not done
  With the rising of the sun,
  I will have you drawn and quartered,
  Tortured on the wheels and slaughtered!
  Off with you, you wretched plague, you!"
  Shivering as with the ague,
  Vanya to the hayloft crept,
  Where his little humpback slept.
  "Why, Ivanushka, so sad?
  Why so downcast, then, my lad?
  Has our bridegroom found another
  Task for you, my little brother?"
  Said his horse; Ivan, in tears,
  Kissed his little horse's ears,
  Held his neck in close embrace
  As the tears rolled down his face.
  "Woe is me, my horse," sobbed he,
  "He will be the death of me;
  Now I've got to bathe, undressed,
  In three cauldrons, for a test;
  In the first, there's water, chilled;
  Next, with boiling water's filled;
  In the third-milk, scathing hot."
  "Yes that is a task you've got,"
  Said his horse. "For this, you need
  All my friendship, yes, indeed;
  Your misfortunes are the price
  Of refusing my advice;
  Thank that evil feather for
  All your woes and sorrows sore.
  But, God bless you-do not cry-
  We will manage, you and I.
  I would sooner perish, than
  Leave you in the lurch, Ivan.
  Listen, lad-tomorrow morn,
  When you strip there on the lawn,
  Say: 'Your Gracious Majesty!
  Please to send my horse to me
  So that I can say good-bye
  To my horse before I die.'
  Now, I know he will agree
  And he'll send a groom for me
  I will wave my tail about,
  In each cauldron, dip my snout;
  Then I'll squirt upon you, twice,
  Whistle long and loudly thrice;
  You-be sure to look alive,
  In the milk then quickly dive,
  Then-in waters hot and cold
  Dive, just as you have been told.
  Now, my lad, go, say your prayers,
  Sleep in peace, forget your cares."
  Dawn had scarce begun to peep,
  Humpback roused Ivan from sleep:
  "Hey, my lad, stop snoring, do!
  Up ! Your duty's calling you !"
  So Vanyusha scratched his head,
  Yawned, and scrambled out of bed,
  Crossed himself and said a prayer,
  Sauntered to the court-yard, where,
  Near the cauldrons, in a row,
  Sat the servants, high and low-
  Princes, dukes, and lords and pages,
  Cooks and coachmen, fools and sages-
  Sat and whispered with a smile
  And discussed Ivan, the while
  Logs were fed on to the fire
  So that it should not expire.
  Then the portals opened wide
  And the Tsar, with his young bride,
  Came to watch there, with the rest,
  How Ivan would stand the test.
  And the Tsar called out: "Ivan,
  Now, undress yourself, my man-
  Dive, and bathe without delay
  In those cauldrons there, I say!"
  Vanya stripped-no word said he,
  And the young Tsaritsa, she
  Veiled herself right then and there
  So as not to see him bare.
  To the cauldrons Vanya sped,
  Peered inside, and scratched his head.
  While the Tsar said: "Now, Ivan-
  Come on-do your duty, man!"
  Said Ivan: "Your Majesty,
  Please to send my horse to me
  So that I can say good-bye
  To my horse, before I die."
  Pondering o'er this request,
  Graciously he acquiesced,
  And the Tsar was pleased to send
  For Vanyusha's faithful friend,
  And Ivan then said adieu
  To his humpbacked horse so true.
  Humpback waved his tail about,
  In each cauldron dipped his snout,
  Then he squirted on him twice,
  Whistled long and loudly thrice;
  Vanya gave his horse one look,
  Then a deep, long breath he took,
  After which, as he was told,
  In each cauldron dived, full bold.
  In and out he dived, and when
  He emerged-no words nor pen
  Could describe him-he was so
  Handsome, I should have you know.
  Then he dried himself, and dressed,
  To the Tsar-Maid bowed his best,
  Glanced around with haughty air,
  No prince handsomer, you'd swear.
  "What a wonder-did you ever?"
  Cried the crowd, and-"Well I never!"
  Hastily the Tsar undressed,
  Twice and thrice he crossed his breast,
  Dived into the cauldron pot
  And was boiled there on the spot!
  Here the Tsar-Maid stood up, and
  Called for silence with her hand;
  Then, unveiling her fair face,
  Thus addressed the populace:
  "Listen, now! The Tsar is dead-
  Will you have me in his stead?
  Am I pleasing in your eyes?
  Speak! If so, then recognise
  As the lord of all the land,
  My beloved husband"-and,
  Pointing to Ivan, she placed
  Her fair arm around his waist.
  "We are willing!" all replied-
  "We would die for you!" they cried-
  "For the sake of your sweet eyes,
  Tsar Ivan we'll recognise."
  Hand in hand, the Royal pair-
  Tsar, and young Tsaritsa fair-
  To the holy altar sped,
  And in God's church they were wed.
  Cannons from the castle flashed,
  Trumpets blared and cymbals crashed;
  From the cellars, then and there,
  Casks were rolled with vintage rare.
  And all night the drunken throng
  Shouted out in merry song:
  "Long live Tsar Ivan!" they cried,
  "And the Fair Tsar-Maid, his bride!"
  In the palace, mirth held sway,
  Wines like water flowed that day,
  And before the groaning boards
  Princes drank with Dukes and Lords.
  Twas a pleasure! I was there,
  Mead and wine I drank, I swear;
  Though my whiskers bathed in wine,
  Nothing passed these lips of mine.
  The End

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