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Fairy Tale: The Little Scarlet Flower


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Tale's Author: Sergej Aksakov, translated by James Riordan.
Name of the Tale: The Little Scarlet Flower
Fairy-Tale's Genre: Love and romance
The People of Country: literary working of russian national tale's.

The Little Scarlet Flower

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The good merchant marvelled at such untold wealth and marvelled even more that there was no master or servants to be seen. Yet the air was filled with music. And then the merchant thought:

"This finery is all very well, but there is nothing to eat."

No sooner had he thought this than a table appeared before his eyes, richly set with gold and silver vessels containing delicious sweetmeats, meads and foreign wines. He sat at the table at once, ate and drank his fill, for he had eaten nothing for a whole day. The food was more delicious than words can teU. After his long journey through the forest and over the sand, he was famished. On finishing his meal, he rose from the table, but there was no one to thank for the hospitality, no one to whom he might bow in gratitude. Hardly had he risen and looked around than the table and all upon it vanished, as if it had never been. Meanwhile, the music played on.

The good merchant was filled with wonder at these marvels and miracles; and as he walked through the noble chambers, he thought,

"Oh, for a good sleep now!"

And lo! Before him stood a carved bed of pure gold, on crystal feet, with a canopy of silver cloth fringed with tassels set with pearls; and a mattress as tall as a hill lay upon it, made of soft swansdown.

This new and wondrous miracle filled the merchant with even greater awe. But he lay down upon the high bed, and drew the silver canopy over him finding it as soft and fine as silk. It grew dark in the chamber, as at twilight, and the music seemed to fade into the distance. And he thought, "If only I could see my daughters, even in my dreams!"

And at that very moment he fell asleep.

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