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460 A Tale about the Brave Lad, the Rejuvenating Apples, and the Living Water 171. This one tsar had grown very old and could no longer see, but he heard that beyond nine ninths in the tenth tsardom there was this garden with rejuvenating apples, and in that garden a well of the living water. If the old man were to eat an apple, he would become young, and if a blind man were to rinse his eyes with that water, he would see. Now this tsar had three sons. So, then he sent the oldest one on horseback to that garden for an apple and the water; the tsar wanted to be both young and see again. The son got on his horse and set off for the distant tsardom. He rode and rode, and he rode up to this pillar, and on the pillar was written where the three roads would lead: the first, and his horse would be sated but he’d be hungry; the second, he’d not be alive; and the third, his horse would go hungry, but he’d be sated. He thought and thought about it and rode off on the path where he’d be sated. He rode and rode, and then he saw in a field a fine, really fine house. He rode up to it and stared, then he opened the gates, neither removed his hat nor bowed his head, and galloped into the courtyard. The mistress of this yard, a widow woman not particularly old, called the youth over to her.“Welcome, dear guest!” She led him into her home, sat him down at the table, and brought out every sort of food and an abundance of honeyed drinks. So then that youth caroused and threw himself down to sleep on her bench. The mistress said to him,“There is no honor for a lad nor praise to a brave one in lying down alone! Lie with my daughter, the beautiful Dunia.” He was pleased at that. Dunia said to him,“Lie closer, it will be warmer!” He moved closer to her and fell right through the bed. Down below, they forced him to grind green rye, and he could not crawl out of there! The father of this older son waited and waited, and then could wait no more. The tsar then sent out his second son to get that apple and some water. He took the same way, and came to the same fate as his older brother. The long waiting for his sons deeply, deeply saddened the tsar. The Brave Lad, the Rejuvenating Apples, and the Living Water h 461 Then the youngest son asked his father’s permission to go to that garden . No way did his father want to let him go, and he said to him,“Oh, this would be grief for you, my son! Just as your older brothers have disappeared, and since you’re so young, just a youth, you’d soon disappear , too.” But he pleaded and promised his father that he would try for his father more than any other youth. His father thought and thought about it, and then blessed him for his journey. On the way to the widow’s house, the same thing happened to him as to his older brothers. He rode up to the widow’s yard, got off his horse, knocked at the gates, and asked to spend the night. The mistress was most pleased with him, as she had been with the others, and asked him in: “Greetings, our unexpected guest!” She sat him down at the table and set out all sorts of foods and drinks, until he’d be stuffed. So, then he ate his fill and wished to lie down. The mistress said to him,“There is no honor for a lad nor praise to a brave one in lying down alone! Lie with my beautiful Dunia.” But he said,“No, Auntie, that’s not fitting for a traveler. He needs a blow to the head and one to the side. If you were to heat up the bathhouse and send your daughter in it . . . .” So that widow heated up the bathhouse really hot and led him into it with the beautiful Dunia. Dunia was like her mother, evil-minded. She led him on in, and then locked the door to the bathhouse and went back into her rooms. But the brave lad broke out the door and dragged...


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