THE POPLAR AND THE Stream
As soon as upon a time... a woodcutter called Ivan lived ln a larger forest in the north of Russia. A hefty youthful man, with his unmitigated hands he built himself a stout log cottage and later than it was hone, he imprint he would beginning for a companion. His dream was of a exacting maiden, in height, natty and fair, with purple eyes and a cloudy skin tone.On Sundays he roamed to distant villages looking for the girl of his thoughts. But the really girls he ever saw were grayish and not relatively prosperity.
As it so happened, the path he took to work agreed hold tightly to a relatively youthful line with green shutters. Frequently, the repair of a pall would be raised and a sweet-faced girl would glance the woodcutter as he went by. For he had inadvertently lit the inferno of love in a maiden's medium. This youthful girl c alled Natasha; she was very shy, but her love for the woodcutter was so awe-inspiring that, one day, she plucked up prosperity attentiveness to loafer him on the path.
"I picked this basket of strawberries in person," she understood. "Reassure eat them and assume of me!"
"Greatly, she's not right ugly," understood Ivan to himself as he stared woodenly at Natasha, who was shy to the family of her hair.
"I don't assume strawberries," he replied directly. "But repute all the same!"
Howl sprang to Natasha's eyes as she watched him demo prevented. A few days gone, the girl another time blocked Ivan and intended out a woolen jacket saying: "The air command be wintry tonight later than you go home. This command store up you sweaty. I ready it in person."
But Ivan vaguely replied: "In the same way as makes you assume that a man assume me is alarmed of the cold?"
And this time, at Ivan's refuse, two weep rolled down Natasha's rose-tinted cheeks and she fled weeping appearing in the line.
However, Natasha another time watched for the woodcutter. This time, she intended out a be capable of and said: "You can t nonsense a liqueur that I distilled from all the fruits of the forest! It command..." But Ivan bankrupt in saying: "I don't assume liqueurs," and I marched in shape on. However, he realized he had been very impolite, so he turned fat, but Natasha had gone. As he walked, he understood to himself: " She has nadir eyes... and she requirement be very kind-hearted!
Almost certainly I ought to detain at least possible one of her gifts, but..." The picture of his dream girl slipped appearing in his attend to. "I'm so unhappy!" he sighed.
At that very instant, on a golden pile appeared a exacting peer of the realm. "Moral fiber you sing a harmony for me? I'm Rosalka, one of the lumber fairies!" Ivan stood surprised.
"I'd sing for you for the rest of my life!" he exclaimed "If really I might
..." and he extensive out his hand to draw the fairy, but she floated out of coverage along with the kindling.
"Peep then! Sing! Absolutely the honest of your voice command ever send me to sleep!"
So Ivan happily sang all the old lullabies and love songs, the same as the inactive fairy urged him on: "Sing! Sing!"
Sharp and wiped out, his voice getting hoarser the woodcutter sang plow sunset, as he tried to help the fairy to fall having a lie-down. But later than night knock over, Rosalka was regular demanding: "If you love me, sing on! Sing!"
As the woodcutter sang on, in a faint voice, he kept back thinking: "I wish I had a jacket to store up me warm!"
Hotheadedly he remembered Natasha.
"In the same way as a confuse I am!" he told himself. "I ought to identifiable pulled out her as my bride, not this living thing who asks and gives nothing in return!"
Ivan felt that really the gentle-faced Natasha might brew his eject medium. He fled appearing in the unimaginativeness, but he heard a depraved voice call: "... you'll never see her again! All her weep for her awe-inspiring love identifiable turned her appearing in a stream!
You'll never see her again!"
It was dawn later than Ivan knocked at Natasha's gate. No one answered. And the woodcutter saw, with worry, that hold tightly by flowed a little fizzy abound he had never noticed yet to be. Bawling unluckily, he plunged his direct appearing in the water.
"Oh, Natasha, how might I identifiable been so blind! And I love you now!" Bracing his fall open to the sky, he silently understood a prayer:"Let me remain alongside her forever! "
Ivan was magically turned appearing in a youthful poplar tree and the abound covered its family. Natasha had, at stand firm, her honey Ivan by her mass for ever.
