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There lived and dwelt a merchant and this merchant had three daughters. The merchant was getting ready for the fair and he asked his daughters, "What should I buy you?" The eldest said "Buy me some material for a dress" The second said "Buy me a scarf" The third one said, "Buy me Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." The merchant traveled for a long time or a short time, then he was returning home. He brought those two daughters their gifts, but he forgot about the third one. She started to cry. "Don't cry," He said, "I'll soon be going to the fair again and I'll bring it to you. I'll console you!" Soon he was getting ready to go to the fair once more and he asked his daughters, "what should I buy you?" The first said "bracelets," the second said "earrings" and the third said, "Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." He traveled for a long time or a short time, he returned and he bought those two daughters their two gifts but he again forgot about the youngest. She started crying again he consoled her, "I'll bring it to you" he said. "Soon I'll be going again." He got ready to go to the fair once more and he asked his daughters, "What shall I buy you?" The first said "Satin slippers," the second said a ring and the third "Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." He traveled for a long time or a short time, then he returned home and brought gifts for all three of the daughters. \ So then the youngest began to sit all the time in her bedroom with that feather. Her sisters talked between themselves: "What can this mean? What is she talking about in there? Let's listen in" they said. That feather was magic: it was the tsar's son. "Let's have a party" said the sisters, "we'll invite her and ply her with drinks, with wine." So they invited her and got her drunk. She went into her bedroom and fell into a deep sleep. Her sisters went into her bedroom up to the window where Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather flew and stuck knives in it. He came flying to her, stuck himself with knives and saw that she was asleep. He wrote with his own blood, "If you love me, seek me beyond the thrice-nine land in the thrice-ten tsardom. She woke up and saw the note and began crying bitterly and then she started asking her father if she could search for Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather. For a long time, He would not let her go, but she pleaded with him. He let her go. She went to the smithy, ordered three pairs of iron boots, three iron rods, and three iron loaves, and she set off.  She walked and she walked and she walked. She wore out the boots, she broke a rod, she ate up a loaf. She came to a hut and the hut stood on a cock's legs and could turn around. "Hut, little hut! Stand with your rear to the forest and your front to me!" The hut turned. So she went into the hut and and there Baba Yaga thrashing from corner to corner: with one lip she was wiping up the floor and with her nose she was blocking the chimney. (Her nose was about the size of the Perevitskii Bridge) "Phoo Phoo" she said, "it used to be that you couldn't hear the sound of a Russian or catch a glimpse of one, but now a Russian spirit is sitting right down on my spoon and taking a ride right into my mouth. Well beautiful maiden, are you trying to do something or are you getting out of something?" "Oh, granny its not that I'm trying to get out of something; its that I'm trying to do something." "Why have you come here?" she asked. "Here's why, granny. I had this feather of Fenist the Bright Falcon, but it flew away."  "Oh that's a relative of mine. Here take this little silver dish and this golden apple; it goes by itself. Go on now until you come to my cousin's hut. She'll show you the way. I'm nasty but she is much nastier than I am. Farewell! Don't tarry." She set off and she walked and she walked and she walked. She wore out the boots, she broke a rod and she ate a loaf. She approached and saw a hut standing there on cock's legs and it could turn about. "Hut, little hut! Stand with your rear to the forest and your front to me!" The hut turned. She went in. There Baba Yaga was flinging herself from corner to corner, with one breast she was wiping down the stove and with the other stopping up the chimney. She hissed through her teeth, "Phoo phoo phoo. It used to be that you couldn't hear the sound of a Russian or catch a glimpse of one, but now a Russian spirit is sitting right down on my spoon and taking a ride right into my mouth." The girl was terribly frightened and bowed very low. "Well beautiful maiden, are you trying to do something or are you trying to get out of something?" "Oh granny, it's not that I'm trying to get out of something but; it's that I'm trying to do something."  "Don't tell me about it, I already know." She gave her a golden comb, a silver tow, and a golden spindle that spun by itself. "You'll get there with these, farewell! My cousin is there, I'm nasty but she is much nastier than I." She set off and she walked and she walked and she walked. She wore out the boots, broke a rod and ate a loaf. She approached and saw a hut standing there on cock's legs and it could turn about. "Hut, little hut! Stand with your rear to the forest and your front to me!" The hut turned and she went in. Baba yaga was is in the hut, her leg of bone, her iron nose grown into the ceiling, she was lying there, puffing and panting away. "Phoo Phoo Phoo. It used to be that you couldn't hear the sound of a Russian or catch a glimpse of one, but now Russian spirit is sitting right down on my spoon and tumbling right into my mouth. Well beautiful maiden, are you trying to do something or are you trying to get out of something?" "Oh granny, it's not that I'm trying to get out of something; it's that I'm trying to do something. I had this feather of Fenist the Bright Falcon, but it flew away from me." "It's too bad you thought of him. He's my nephew." She gave her some golden lace frames and a silver needle, that sews by itself. "With these you'll reach him. Go now! That tsardom isn't very far off now. There are some bushes. You lie down next to the bushes and he will go off hunting with his hunters. The dogs will run up to you and you'll be in his kingdom." So she thanked her and set off. She walked and she walked and she walked. She wore out her boots, broke the last rod, and ate the last loaf. Then she saw some bushes in sight. "Those are probably the ones." She went up to the bushes, lay down next to them, and heard the terrible barking of the dogs. The hunters probably thought it was some beast and galloped. They galloped up and saw the beautiful maiden and reported it to the tsar, Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather."Where do you order her to be sent?"The tsar said, "To the backyard, to the old woman." And so they sent her off there.  At the old woman's she asked about everything. Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather had married. She went up to the pond and saw that a dark haired girl was washing the shirt in which Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather had been cut, but no way could she wash the blood out. She noted that it was the same shirt and said "Here, Miss, I'll wash it for you." She took the shirt and started to weep over it. She wept and wept until she had washed away all but one drop. The dark haired maiden took the shirt and went to the tsarista to praise her. And the tsarista praised her. And then she asked to search for Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather, and received the tsarista's permission to sit opposite the court with her treasures and she brought out a little table and set it up opposite the court and then she brought out the dish and the golden apple, which rolled along by itself. The tsarista sent out the dark haired maid to go ask, "Are those for sale or will you bargain and if so what is the condition?" "They are for bargaining and the bargain is to sleep one night with Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." She agreed. The tsar came riding in, the tsarista plied him with drink until he was drunk and then put him in the study. She let the maid into him and she wept over him, she wept and pinched him and told him all. But because he was drunk he heard nothing. The hours passed and she sent the maiden out. On the next day, the tsar woke up and went off to hunt. Once again she took the golden comb, the silver tow and the golden spindle that spins itself. She set them up opposite of the court. The tsarista fell for it and once again sent the dark haired maid to ask "Are those for sale or are will you bargain, and if so what is the condition?" "They are for bargaining and the bargain is to sleep one night with Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." The tsarista agreed. The tsar came home from his hunt and once again the tsarista gave him refreshment. The tsar was surprised, "There is some reason for my body's aching." He didn't drink so much as let it flow through him. The hour arrived and the tsar went to his study, but he didn't want to sleep and yet fell asleep. They let the girl in to him. Once more she wept, pinched him, but he didn't hear. He slept the sleep of the dead. In the morning, they sent her away. On the third day, the Tsar once more set off to hunt. And she carried out the golden lace frames and the silver needle that sews by itself and set them up opposite the palace. The tsarista fell for it and again sent out the dark haired maiden: "Go and ask whether those are for sale or for bargaining." She said "They are for bargaining and the condition is that she sleeps one night with Fenist the Bright Falcon Feather." The tsarista agreed. The tsar came back and the tsarista began to give him refreshment, and he pretended that he was asleep. He started waiting to see what would happen. "What is this, my body aches and the tsarista is always plying me with drinks?" They let the girl into him. They were overjoyed to see each other. He heard everything from her and cried just as she did. Before morning he again pretended to be asleep. At that time they sent her out again. So in the morning the tsar got and rode off to hunt, but at the same time he ordered all of the tsars and bogatyrs be summoned to a ball. All came riding in for the ball, but the tsarista knew nothing about the purpose of the ball. They all rode up and sat down at the table. And then the tsar says "Listen, my dear guests! Which is the truer wife for me?" The one who would sell me for treasure or the one who walked looking for me, wore out three pairs of boots, broke three rods and gnawed on three iron loaves?" And then he ordered the precious things put in the hall. And all in one voice shouted that it was his wife who had worked until she had sweated blood. So then he ordered the other tied to the tail of the gray stallion and ordered it to roam throughout the steppe. And with the other he put on a wedding. And then he went to her father's land, to her father, and the tsar rejoiced that she was alive and he had married such a one.