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187 Ivashko and the Witch 108. There lived this old man and his woman, and they had one son, Ivashechko . They loved him so much that you can’t even describe it. So then, once Ivashechko asked his father and mother, “Let me go, I’d like to go fishing!” “What do you mean? You’re too small. You’d probably drown, or something.” “No, I won’t drown, and I’ll catch some fish for you. Let me!” The woman put a clean shirt on him, tied a red belt around him, and let Ivashechko go. He got into a boat and said: Boat, little boat, sail away! Boat, little boat, sail far away! The boat sailed far, far away, and Ivashko began catching fish.Whether a little or a lot of time passed, the woman came up to the shore and called her little son: Ivashechko, Ivashechko, my little son! Come up, come up to the shore; I’ve brought you something to eat and drink. And Ivashko said: Boat, little boat, sail to the shore: ’Cause Mama’s calling me. The little boat came up to the shore. The woman took the fish, fed her son, and gave him something to drink, changed his shirt and belt, and sent him back out to catch fish. So he got back in the little boat and said: Boat, little boat, sail away! Boat, little boat, sail far away! 188 h Ivashko and the Witch The boat sailed far, far away, and Ivan began catching fish. Whether a little or a lot of time passed, the old man came up to the shore and called out to his little son: Ivashechko, Ivashechko, my little son! Come up, come up to the shore; I’ve brought you something to eat and drink. And Ivashko replied: Boat, little boat, sail to the shore: ’Cause Papa’s calling me. The boat sailed up to the shore. The old man took the fish, fed his son and gave him something to drink, changed his shirt and belt, and sent him out to catch fish again. A witch heard how the old man and woman called Ivashko, and she wanted to gain control over the boy. So she came out onto the shore and shouted in a hoarse voice: Ivashechko, Ivashechko, my little son! Come up, come up to the shore; I’ve brought you something to eat and drink. Ivashko heard that this wasn’t his mother’s voice, but a witch’s voice, and he sang: Boat, little boat, sail away! Boat, little boat, sail far away! That’s not my mother calling; It’s the witch calling me. The witch saw that she’d have to call Ivashko in the same voice as his mother, so she ran to the smith and asked him,“Smith, oh Smith! Forge me a voice as fine as Ivashko’s mother’s. Otherwise, I’ll eat you up!” The smith forged her a voice just like Ivashko’s mother’s. Then that night she came to the shore and sang: Ivashechko, Ivashechko, my little son! Come up, come up to the shore; I’ve brought you something to eat and drink. Ivashko and the Witch h 189 Ivashko came to the shore. She took the fish, grabbed him, and carried him off to her place. When she got home, she instructed her daughter Alenka,“Heat up the stove really hot and roast Ivashko well, and I’ll go and invite the guests, my friends.” So Alenka heated the stove up as hot as could be and said to Ivashko,“Come on, sit down on the oven paddle!” “I’m still little and foolish,” Ivashko answered. “I don’t know how to do anything—I just don’t get it. Show me how to sit down on the paddle.” “All right,” said Alenka. “It won’t take long to show you!” And the moment , she sat down on the paddle. Ivashko popped her into the oven and closed it with the latch. Then he left the hut, locked the door, and climbed up into a high, high oak. The witch came back with her guests and knocked at the door. No one opened the door for her. “Oh, that cursed Alenka! She’s probably gone off somewhere to play.” The witch climbed in through a window, opened the door, and let in her guests. All sat down at the table, and the witch undid the latch, got...

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ISBN
9781626740549
Related ISBN
9781628460933
MARC Record
OCLC
878813021
Pages
560
Launched on MUSE
2015-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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