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Richard Wilson. The Russian Story Book
The Russian Story Book
Table of Contents
PREFACE
ILLUSTRATIONS. IN COLOUR
ILYA AND CLOUDFALL
ILYA MEETS SVYATOGOR AND PARTS WITH HIM
ILYA AND NIGHTINGALE THE ROBBER
ILYA AND FALCON THE HUNTER
THE ADVENTURE OF THE BURNING WHITE STONE
HOW QUIET DUNAI HAD BROUGHT THE PRINCESS APRAXIA TO KIEV
THE STORY OF NIKITICH AND MARINA
HOW THE COURT OF VLADIMIR RECEIVED A VISITOR FROM INDIA THE GLORIOUS
THE STORY OF KASYAN AND THE DREAM MAIDEN
HOW STAVR THE NOBLE WAS SAVED BY A WOMAN’S WILES
THE GOLDEN HORDE
WHIRLWIND THE WHISTLER, OR. THE KINGDOMS OF COPPER, SILVER, AND GOLD
VASILY THE TURBULENT
NIKITA THE FOOTLESS AND THE TERRIBLE TSAR
PEERLESS BEAUTY THE CAKE-BAKER
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Richard Wilson
Containing tales from the song-cycles of Kiev and Novgorod and other early sources
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Svyatogor spoke not a word, but reaching forth his hands lifted the lid and covered the casket with it. Then he tried to raise it again, but found that it was easier to get into such a casket than to get out of it. He strove with all his mighty strength to lift the lid, but even this was of no avail, and he cried out through an aperture which still remained between the cover and the side of the casket, “Alas, my brother! It is clear that Fate, who is stronger than heroes, has entangled me at last. I cannot raise the lid. Try to lift it and live to say that you have rescued the prince of heroes.”
Ilya thereupon put forth all his strength but, strong as he was, he could not raise the lid. “Take my great battle-sword,” said Svyatogor, “and strike a blow across the cover.” Ilya grasped the sword, which his brother had unbuckled, before he lay down, but was not able to raise it from the earth, so great was its weight. “I cannot lift it,” he said in disgust and despair, “to say nothing of wielding it.” “Bend down to this rift,” replied his elder brother, “that I may breathe upon you with my heroic breath.” Ilya obeyed the command, and when Svyatogor had breathed warmly upon him, he felt new strength rise within him, so that he was three times the man he had been.
