daughter, Ludmila, the sweetest, kindest girl that two wicked parents ever had.
“Good day to you all,” Raduz said, as he stepped into the house and bowed.
“The same to you,” old Yezibaba answered. “What brings you here?”
“I’m looking for work and I thought you might have something for me to do.”
“What can you do?” Yezibaba asked.
“I’ll do anything you set me to. I’m trustworthy and industrious.”
Yezibaba didn’t want to take him, but the old man wanted him and in the end Yezibaba with very ill grace consented to give him a trial.
He rested that night and early next morning presented himself to the old witch and said:
“What work am I to do today, mistress?”
Yezibaba looked him over from head to foot. Then she took him to a window and said: “What do you see out there?”
“I see a rocky hillside.”
“Good. Go to that rocky hillside, cultivate it, plant it in trees that will grow, blossom, and bear fruit tonight. Tomorrow morning bring me the ripe fruit. Here is a wooden hoe with which to work.”
