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413 Ivan Tsarevich and the Belyi Polianin 161. In a certain tsardom, in a certain land, there lived and dwelt this tsar, and the tsar had three daughters and one son, Ivan Tsarevich. The tsar grew old and died, and Ivan Tsarevich received the crown. When the neighboring kings found out about this, they immediately gathered innumerable armies and came to make war on him. Ivan Tsarevich didn’t know what to do. He went to his sisters and asked them,“My dearest sisters! What should I do? All the kings have raised an army up against me.” “Oh you, you brave warrior! What are you afraid of? Somehow Belyi Polianin can do battle with Baba Yaga of the golden leg, he who has not dismounted from his horse for thirty years and knows no respite! You’ve seen nothing and are frightened!” Ivan Tsarevich right away saddled his good horse, donned his armor, buckled on his magic sword. His long lance he took in one hand, and in the other his silk crop. He prayed to God and rode out against the enemy. But that was no bright falcon that flew out against a flock of geese, swans, and gray ducks. Ivan Tsarevich fell on the enemy force, and not so much did he strike, but rather his horse trampled it. He beat that great force, returned home, and lay down to sleep in deepest slumber for six full days and nights. On the seventh day, he awoke, went out onto his balcony, looked out over the empty steppe and—even more kings had gathered their forces and once more had surrounded the whole city. Ivan Tsarevich went to his sisters again:“My dear sisters! What should I do? I’ve destroyed two forces,but a third stands beneath our walls and threatensevenmore .”“Oh,you,youbravewarrior!Youfoughtforonewholedayand then slept six without waking. How can Belyi Polianin do battle with Baba Yaga of the golden leg, he who has not dismounted from his horse for thirty years and knows no respite?” That was bitter for the tsarevich. He ran to the white stone stables,saddled his good horse,donned his armor,buckled on his magic sword. His long lance he took in one hand, and in the other his silk crop. He prayed to God, and rode out against the enemy. That was no bright falcon that flew out against a flock of geese, swans and gray ducks. Ivan Tsarevich fell on the enemy force, and not so much did he strike, but rather his horse trampled it. He beat that great force, returned home, lay down to sleep 414 h Ivan Tsarevich and the Belyi Polianin in deepest slumber for nine full days and nights. On the tenth day, he awoke and summoned all his ministers and senators:“My lord ministers and senators !Ihavedecidedtogotoforeignlands,tohavealookatBelyiPolianin.Iask you to judge and govern, and arrange all affairs justly.”After that, he took his leave of his sisters,got on his horse,and set off down the path,down the road. After a long time or a short time, he rode deep into a dark forest. There he saw a little hut standing, and an old man was living there. Ivan Tsarevich went in to him. “Greetings, Grandfather!” “Greetings, Russian tsarevich! Where is God taking you?” “I’m seeking Belyi Polianin. Do you know where he is?” “I myself don’t know, but wait a moment. I’ll collect my trusty servants and ask them.” The old man went out onto the porch, played on his silver horn, and suddenly birds began to fly in together from all directions. An uncountable number flew up. They covered the whole sky like a dark cloud. The old man shouted in a loud voice, “Have you seen, have you heard of a Belyi Polianin?”“No, we’ve never seen such or heard of such!”“Well, Ivan Tsarevich,” said the old man, “now go to my older brother. Perhaps he will tell you. Here, take this little ball, and let it go before you. Wherever the little ball rolls, you send your horse.” Ivan Tsarevich got on his good horse, rolled the little ball, and rode after it. And the forest grew darker and darker. The tsarevich rode up to a little hut, went in through the door, and in the little hut there sat an old man, as white as snow. “Greetings, Grandfather!” “Greetings, Russian tsarevich! Where is your journey taking you?” “I’m seeking...

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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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