Old Peters Russian Tales | Page 3

danced about the hut and chuckled.
Then they had supper, all three dipping their wooden spoons in the big
bowl together, and eating a tremendous lot of black bread. And, of
course, there were scraps for Vladimir and a bone for Bayan.
After that they had tea with sugar but no milk, because they were
Russians and liked it that way.
Then came the stories. Old Peter made another glass of tea for himself,
not for the children. His throat was old, he said, and took a lot of
keeping wet; and they were young, and would not sleep if they drank
tea too near bedtime. Then he threw a log of wood into the stove. Then
he lit a short little pipe, full of very strong tobacco, called Mahorka,
which has a smell like hot tin. And he puffed, and the smoke got in his
eyes, and he wiped them with the back of his big hand.
All the time he was doing this Vanya and Maroosia were snuggling
together close by the stove, thinking what story they would ask for, and
listening to the crashing of the snow as it fell from the trees outside.
Now that old Peter was at home, the noise made them feel comfortable
and warm. Before, perhaps, it made them feel a little frightened.
"Well, little pigeons, little hawks, little bear cubs, what is it to be?" said

old Peter.
"We don't know," said Maroosia.
"Long hair, short sense, little she-pigeon," said old Peter. "All this time
and not thought of a story? Would you like the tale of the little Snow
Girl who was not loved so much as a hen?"
"Not to-night, grandfather," said Vanya.
"We'd like that tale when the snow melts," said Maroosia.
"To-night we'd like a story we've never heard before," said Vanya.
"Well, well," said old Peter, combing his great gray beard with his
fingers, and looking out at them with twinkling eyes from under his big
bushy eyebrows. "Have I ever told you the story of 'The Silver Saucer
and the Transparent Apple'?"
"No, no, never," cried Vanya and Maroosia at once.
Old Peter took a last pull at his pipe, and Vanya and Maroosia wriggled
with excitement. Then he drank a sip of tea. Then he began.

THE TALE OF THE SILVER SAUCER AND THE TRANSPARENT
APPLE.
There was once an old peasant, and he must have had more brains
under his hair than ever I had, for he was a merchant, and used to take
things every year to sell at the big fair of Nijni Novgorod. Well, I could
never do that. I could never be anything better than an old forester.
"Never mind, grandfather," said Maroosia.
God knows best, and He makes some merchants and some foresters,
and some good and some bad, all in His own way. Anyhow this one
was a merchant, and he had three daughters. They were none of them

so bad to look at, but one of them was as pretty as Maroosia. And she
was the best of them too. The others put all the hard work on her, while
they did nothing but look at themselves in the looking-glass and
complain of what they had to eat. They called the pretty one "Little
Stupid," because she was so good and did all their work for them. Oh,
they were real bad ones, those two. We wouldn't have them in here for
a minute.
Well, the time came round for the merchant to pack up and go to the
big fair. He called his daughters, and said, "Little pigeons," just as I say
to you. "Little pigeons," says he, "what would you like me to bring you
from the fair?"
Says the eldest, "I'd like a necklace, but it must be a rich one."
Says the second, "I want a new dress with gold hems."
But the youngest, the good one, Little Stupid, said nothing at all.
"Now little one," says her father, "what is it you want? I must bring
something for you too."
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