Nobles and Princes] Nobles and Princes] of «Cossack Fairy Tales and Folk Tales»: the whole text, 16 sentences and 518 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.
1 They went on and on, they measured and measured, and at last they were so tired that they could scarce draw one foot after the other. 2 Then they looked about them and saw a beautiful willow-tree standing by a hut, and beneath the willow-tree was a spring of water. " 3 Let us go and rest in the cool shade," said they. 4 So they went and rested, and the old woman came out of the hut to them.--"Hast thou a daughter, little mother?" said they.--"Yes, that I have," said she.--"One or two?" they asked.--"Well, there is another," said she, "but she is not my daughter, she is a mere kitchen slut, the very look of her is nasty."--"Very well," said they, "we will measure them with the golden slippers."--"Good!" cried the old woman. 5 Then she said to her own daughter, "Go, my dear little daughter, tidy thyself up a bit, and wash thy little feet!"--But the old man's daughter she drove behind the stove, and the poor thing was neither washed nor dressed. " 6 Sit there, thou daughter of a dog!" said she.--Then the Tsar's councillors came into the hut to measure, and the old woman said to her daughter, "Put out thy little foot, darling!"--The councillors then measured with the slippers, but they wouldn't fit her at all. 7 Then they said, "Tell us, little mother, where is thy other daughter?"--"Oh, as for her, she is a mere slut, and besides she isn't dressed."--"No matter," said they; "where is she?"--Then she came out from behind the stove, and her stepmother hustled her and said, "Get along, thou sluttish hussy!"--Then they measured her with the slippers, and they fitted like gloves, whereupon the courtiers rejoiced exceedingly and praised the Lord. 8 "Well, little mother," said they, "we will take this daughter away with us."--"What! take a slattern like that? 9 Why, all the people will laugh at you!"--"Maybe they will," said they.--Then the old woman scolded, and wouldn't let her go. " 10 How can such a slut become the consort of the Tsar's son?" screeched she.--"Nay, but she must come!" said they; "go, dress thyself, maiden!"--"Wait but a moment," said she, "and I'll tire myself as is meet!"--Then she went to the spring beneath the willow-tree, and washed and dressed herself, and she came back so lovely and splendid that the like of it can neither be thought of nor guessed at, but only told of in tales. 11 As she entered the hut she shone like the sun, and her stepmother had not another word to say. 12 So they put her in a carriage and drove off, and when the Tsarevich saw her, he could not contain himself. " 13 Make haste, O my father!" cried he, "and give us thy blessing." 14 So the Tsar blessed them, and they were wedded. 15 Then they made a great feast and invited all the world to it. 16 And they lived happily together, and ate wheat-bread to their hearts' content. ← previous The Golden Slippernext → The Iron Wolf↑ back to Cossack Fairy Tales and Folk Tales This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg29672/16/