“Some one is coming,” she thought to herself, “someone who has lost his way in the woods. I’ll go see.”
She got up from her wheel and peeped out through the small window. A young man was just dismounting from a spirited horse.
“Oh,” thought Dobrunka to herself, “what a handsome young lord he is! How well his leather coat fits him! How well his cap with its white feather looks on his black hair! Ah, he is tying his horse and is coming in. I must slip back to my spinning.”
The next moment the young man opened the door and stepped into the kitchen. All this happened a long time ago, you see, when there were no locks or bars on the doors, and there didn’t have to be because nothing was ever stolen.
“Good day to you, my girl,” the young man said to Dobrunka.
“Good day, sir,” Dobrunka answered. “What is it, sir, you want?”
“Will you please get me a little water. I’m very thirsty.”
“Certainly,” Dobrunka said. “Won’t you sit down while I’m getting it?”
She ran off, got the pitcher, rinsed it out, and drew some fresh water from the well.
