Russian Folk Tale - The Little Daughter of the Snow

   This is a very famous and interesting Russian folk tale story. This Russian folk tale 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.

The Little Daughter of the Snow

   The Little Daughter of the Snow - Part 2

     - Russian folk tale

   The old man and the old woman watched her, and were very proud.

   "She is all our own," said the old woman.

   "Our little white pigeon," said the old man.

   In the evening she had another bowl of ice-porridge and then she went off again to play by herself in the yard.

   "You will be tired, my dear," says the old man.

   "You will sleep in the hut tonight. Will not you, my love?" said the old woman, "after running about all day long?"

   But the little daughter of the Snow only laughed. "By frosty night and frosty day," she sang, and ran out of the door, laughing back at them with shining eyes.

   And so it went on all through the winter. The little daughter of the Snow was singing and laughing and dancing all the time. She always ran out into the night and played by herself till dawn. Then she had come in and took her ice-porridge. Then she had play with the children. Then she had have ice-porridge again, and off she would go, out into the night.

Russian Folk Tale Story - The Little Daughter of the Snow

   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.

The Little Daughter of the Snow

  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!