and sent him out again to catch fish. And there he sat on the boat and sang:
Little boat, little boat, sail far away,
O'er the blue water away and away.
The little boat sailed out so far away, and Iváshechko started fishing. Soon the grandfather came to the shore and called his son:
Iváshechko, Iváshechko, my little son,
Up to the shore let your little boat run:
Here is some drink and here is a bun!
And Iváshechko said:
Little boat, little boat, sail to the shore:
For father's calling me!
The little skiff sailed up to the shore; the grandfather took the fish and fed his little boy, changed his shirt and sash and sent him out again to catch fish. And there he sat on the boat and sang:
Little boat, little boat, sail far away,
O'er the blue water away and away.
Now the wise woman saw how his grandparents called Iváshechko, and wanted to get hold of the boy. So she came to the shore and called out:
Iváshechko, Iváshechko, my little son,
Up to the shore let your little boat run:
Here is some drink and here is a bun!
But Iváshechko knew the voice, and whose voice it was. So he sang:
Little boat, little boat, sail far away,
O'er the blue water away and away.
The Evil Woman's calling me
