Old Peter's Russian Tales by Arthur Ransome
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and was sleeping in the best place.
Presently the wolf came through the forest, dragging a sheep he had killed. He did not dare to go too near the fox's earth, because of Cat Ivanovitch, the new Head-forester. So he stopped, well out of sight, and stripped off the skin of the sheep, and arranged the sheep so as to seem a nice tasty morsel. Then he stood still, thinking what to do next. He heard a noise, and looked up. There was the bear, struggling along with a dead ox. "Good-day, brother Michael Ivanovitch," says the wolf. "Good-day, brother Levon Ivanovitch," says the bear. "Have you seen the fox, Lisabeta Ivanovna, with her husband, the Head-forester?" "No, brother," says the wolf. "For a long time I have been waiting to see them." "Go on and call out to them," says the bear. "No, Michael Ivanovitch," says the wolf, "I will not go. Do you go; you are bigger and bolder than I." "No, no, Levon Ivanovitch, I will not go. There is no use in risking one's life without need." Suddenly, as they were talking, a little hare came running by. The bear saw him first, and roared out,-- "Hi, Squinteye! trot along here." |
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