This is a very famous and interesting Russian folk tale story. This Russian folk tale story is collected from the book, named “Old Peter’s Russian tales”. This Russian folk tale story book was written by- Arthur Ransome, published from Thomas Nelson and Sons Ltd., London, Edinbourgh, NY, Toronto, Paris in 1916.
There were once an old man and an old woman, his wife. They lived together in a hut in a village on the edge of the forest. There were many people in the village; quite a town it was-eight huts at least, thirty or forty souls, good company to be had for crossing the road.
But the old man and the old woman were unhappy, in spite of living like that in the very middle of the world. All the other huts had babies in them, the little ones playing about in the road outside, and having to be shouted at when any one came driving by. Some would say they were better off without them. But there were no babies in their hut, and the old woman never had to go to the door to see where her little one had strayed to, because she had no little one.
And these two, the old man and the old woman were used to stand whole hours, just peeping through their window to watch the children playing outside. They had dogs and a cat, and cocks and hens, but none of these made up for having no children. They were just stand and watch the children of the other huts. The dogs would bark, but they took no notice; and the cat would curl up against them, but they never felt her; and as for the cocks and hens, well, they were fed, but that was all. The old people did not care for them, and spent all their time in watching the children who belonged to the other huts.
In the winter the children were in their little sheepskin coats and they played in the crisp snow. They pelted each other with snowballs, and they shouted and laughed. then they were rolled the snow together and made a snow woman-a regular snow Baba Yaga, a snow witch; such an old fear!
So the two old people put on their big coats and their fur hats, and went out into the yard, where nobody could see them.
They started rolled up the snow, and began to make a little snow girl. Very, very affectionately they rolled up the snow to make her little arms and legs. The good God helped the old people, and their little snow girl was more beautiful than ever you could imagine. She was lovelier than a birch tree in spring. At the evening they finished their work and made a little snow girl.
"Will not you run like the others, little white pigeon? Yes you do. I know you really do that." says the old woman.
Suddenly, in the twilight, they saw her eyes shining blue like the sky on a clear day. And her lips flushed and opened, and she smiled. And there were her little white teeth. And she had black hair, and it stirred in the wind.
She began dancing in the snow, like a little white spirit, tossing her long hair, and laughing softly to herself.
Wildly she danced, like snowflakes whirled in the wind. Her eyes shone, and her hair flew round her, and she sang. While the old people watched and wondered, and they thanked to God.
The little snow girl started to sing and that song was:-
"No warm blood in me doth glow, Water in my veins doth flow; yet I will laugh and sing and play by frosty night and frosty day- Little daughter of the Snow.But whenever I do know that you love me little, then I shall melt away again. Back into the sky I will go- Little daughter of the Snow."
"God of mine, is not she beautiful!" said the old man. "Run, wife, and fetch a blanket to wrap her in while you make clothes for her."
The old woman fetched a blanket, and put it round the shoulders of the little snow girl. And the old man picked her up, the little snow girl put her little cold arms round his neck.
"You must not keep me too warm," the little snow girl said.
Well, they took her into the hut, and she lay on a bench in the corner farthest from the stove, while the old woman made her a little coat.
The old man went out to buy a fur hat and boots from a neighbor for the little girl. The neighbor laughed at the old man. But a rouble is a rouble everywhere, and no one turns it from the door, and so he sold the old man a little fur hat, and a pair of little red boots for the little snow girl.
Then they dressed the little snow girl. "Too hot, too hot," said the little snow girl. "I must go out into the cool night."
"By frosty night and frosty day," sang the little girl. "No, I will play by myself in the yard all night, and in the morning I will play in the road with the children."
Nothing the old people said could change her mind. “I am the little daughter of the Snow,” she replied to everything, and she ran out into the yard into the snow. How she danced and ran about in the moonlight on the white frozen snow!
The old people watched her and watched her. At last they went to bed; but more than once the old man got up in the night to make sure she was still there. He saw her there, running about in the yard, chasing her shadow in the moonlight and throwing snowballs at the stars.
Then after breakfast she ran out in the road to join the other children. And the old people were watched her. They fairly longed for a sledge to come driving by, so that they could run out into the road and call to the little snow girl to be careful.
And the little snow girl played in the snow with the other children. She could run faster than any of them. Her little red boots flashed as she ran about. Not one of the other children was a match for her at snowballing. And when the children began making a snow woman, a Baba Yaga, you would have thought the little daughter of the Snow would have died of laughing. She laughed and laughed, like ringing peals on little glass bells. But she helped in the making of the snow woman, only laughing all the time.
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The Little Daughter of the Snow - Part 1
- Russian folk tale Story
There were once an old man and an old woman, his wife. They lived together in a hut in a village on the edge of the forest. There were many people in the village; quite a town it was-eight huts at least, thirty or forty souls, good company to be had for crossing the road.
But the old man and the old woman were unhappy, in spite of living like that in the very middle of the world. All the other huts had babies in them, the little ones playing about in the road outside, and having to be shouted at when any one came driving by. Some would say they were better off without them. But there were no babies in their hut, and the old woman never had to go to the door to see where her little one had strayed to, because she had no little one.
And these two, the old man and the old woman were used to stand whole hours, just peeping through their window to watch the children playing outside. They had dogs and a cat, and cocks and hens, but none of these made up for having no children. They were just stand and watch the children of the other huts. The dogs would bark, but they took no notice; and the cat would curl up against them, but they never felt her; and as for the cocks and hens, well, they were fed, but that was all. The old people did not care for them, and spent all their time in watching the children who belonged to the other huts.
In the winter the children were in their little sheepskin coats and they played in the crisp snow. They pelted each other with snowballs, and they shouted and laughed. then they were rolled the snow together and made a snow woman-a regular snow Baba Yaga, a snow witch; such an old fear!
The old man was watching this from the window. Saw this, he says to the old woman, "Wife, let us go into the yard behind and make a little snow girl. Perhaps she will come alive, and be a little daughter to us."
"Husband," says the old woman, "there is no knowing what may be. Let us go into the yard and make a little snow girl."
So the two old people put on their big coats and their fur hats, and went out into the yard, where nobody could see them.
They started rolled up the snow, and began to make a little snow girl. Very, very affectionately they rolled up the snow to make her little arms and legs. The good God helped the old people, and their little snow girl was more beautiful than ever you could imagine. She was lovelier than a birch tree in spring. At the evening they finished their work and made a little snow girl.
"Oh, speak to us," says the old man.
"Will not you run like the others, little white pigeon? Yes you do. I know you really do that." says the old woman.
Suddenly, in the twilight, they saw her eyes shining blue like the sky on a clear day. And her lips flushed and opened, and she smiled. And there were her little white teeth. And she had black hair, and it stirred in the wind.
She began dancing in the snow, like a little white spirit, tossing her long hair, and laughing softly to herself.
Wildly she danced, like snowflakes whirled in the wind. Her eyes shone, and her hair flew round her, and she sang. While the old people watched and wondered, and they thanked to God.
The little snow girl started to sing and that song was:-
"No warm blood in me doth glow, Water in my veins doth flow; yet I will laugh and sing and play by frosty night and frosty day- Little daughter of the Snow.But whenever I do know that you love me little, then I shall melt away again. Back into the sky I will go- Little daughter of the Snow."
"God of mine, is not she beautiful!" said the old man. "Run, wife, and fetch a blanket to wrap her in while you make clothes for her."
The old woman fetched a blanket, and put it round the shoulders of the little snow girl. And the old man picked her up, the little snow girl put her little cold arms round his neck.
"You must not keep me too warm," the little snow girl said.
Well, they took her into the hut, and she lay on a bench in the corner farthest from the stove, while the old woman made her a little coat.
The old man went out to buy a fur hat and boots from a neighbor for the little girl. The neighbor laughed at the old man. But a rouble is a rouble everywhere, and no one turns it from the door, and so he sold the old man a little fur hat, and a pair of little red boots for the little snow girl.
Then they dressed the little snow girl. "Too hot, too hot," said the little snow girl. "I must go out into the cool night."
"But you must go to sleep now," said the old woman.
"By frosty night and frosty day," sang the little girl. "No, I will play by myself in the yard all night, and in the morning I will play in the road with the children."
Nothing the old people said could change her mind. “I am the little daughter of the Snow,” she replied to everything, and she ran out into the yard into the snow. How she danced and ran about in the moonlight on the white frozen snow!
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| The Little Daughter of the Snow |
The old people watched her and watched her. At last they went to bed; but more than once the old man got up in the night to make sure she was still there. He saw her there, running about in the yard, chasing her shadow in the moonlight and throwing snowballs at the stars.
In the morning the little snow girl came in. she was laughing and to have breakfast with the old people. She showed them how to make porridge for her, and that was very simple. They had only to take a piece of ice and crush it up in a little wooden bowl.
Then after breakfast she ran out in the road to join the other children. And the old people were watched her. They fairly longed for a sledge to come driving by, so that they could run out into the road and call to the little snow girl to be careful.
And the little snow girl played in the snow with the other children. She could run faster than any of them. Her little red boots flashed as she ran about. Not one of the other children was a match for her at snowballing. And when the children began making a snow woman, a Baba Yaga, you would have thought the little daughter of the Snow would have died of laughing. She laughed and laughed, like ringing peals on little glass bells. But she helped in the making of the snow woman, only laughing all the time.
When it was done, all the children threw
snowballs at it, till it fell to pieces. And the little snow girl laughed and
laughed, and was so quick she threw more snowballs than any of them.
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