Old Peter's Russian Tales by Arthur Ransome
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Says the little one, "Could I have a silver saucer and a transparent
apple? But never mind if there are none." The old merchant says, "Long hair, short sense," just as I say to Maroosia; but he promised the little pretty one, who was so good that her sisters called her stupid, that if he could get her a silver saucer and a transparent apple she should have them. Then they all kissed each other, and he cracked his whip, and off he went, with the little bells jingling on the horses' harness. The three sisters waited till he came back. The two elder ones looked in the looking-glass, and thought how fine they would look in the new necklace and the new dress; but the little pretty one took care of her old mother, and scrubbed and dusted and swept and cooked, and every day the other two said that the soup was burnt or the bread not properly baked. Then one day there were a jingling of bells and a clattering of horses' hoofs, and the old merchant came driving back from the fair. The sisters ran out. "Where is the necklace?" asked the first. "You haven't forgotten the dress?" asked the second. But the little one, Little Stupid, helped her old father off with his coat, and asked him if he was tired. |
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