STORY OF PRINCE MALANDRACH AND THE PRINCESS SALIKALLA
IN a certain country, in the city of Anderika
there lived a Tsar, a clever man, named Abraham Tuksalamovich, with his wife for thirty
years in peace and happiness, but they had no child.
At last Tsar Abraham Tuksalamovich prayed,
with tears, that Heaven would give them a son;
their wish was fulfilled, and they had a brave little
boy, whom they named Malandrach Abrahamovich.
The little fellow grew, not by days but by hours;
as buck-wheat dough rises with yeast, so did the
Tsarevich grow and grow. The Tsar had his son
taught all kinds of arts; and when the boy came
to mature years, he went to the Tsar and said:
"My lord and father, you have instructed me in
various arts, but there is one which I have not yet
learnt."
"My bold and dear son, Malandrach," said the Tsar, "tell me and let me know what art you desire to learn; I will provide you careful teachers." And thereupon the Tsarevich answered: "My lord and father, yesterday I was reading a Swedish book, in which I found that there are
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