Wee weekdays

wee little havroshechka had the bad luck to fall in with such as these. she was an orphan1 and these people took her in and brought her up, only to make her work till she couldn't stand. she wove and spun2 and did the housework and had to answer for *rything.

now the mistress of the house had three daughters. the eldest3 was called one-eye, the second two-eyes, and the youngest three-eyes. the three sisters did nothing all day but sit by the gate and watch what went on in the street, while wee little havroshechka sewed, spun and wove for them and n*r heard a kind word in return.

sometimes wee little havroshechka would go out into the field, put her arms round the neck of her brindled4 cow and pour out all her sorrows to her.

"brindled, my dear," she would say, "they beat me and scold me, they don't give me enough to eat, and yet they for*d me to cry. i am to have five pounds of flax spun, woven, bleached5 and rolled by tomorrow."

and the cow would say in reply, "my bonny lass, you have only to climb into one of my ears and come out through the other and your work will be done for you." and just as brindled said, so it was. wee little havroshechka would climb into one of the cow's ears and come out through the other, and behold6! there lay the cloth, all woven and bleached and rolled. little havroshechka would then take the rolls of cloth to her mistress, who would look at them and grunt7, and put them away in a chest and give wee little havroshechka *n * work to do.

and wee little havroshechka would go to brindled, put her arms round her and stroke her, climb into one of her ears and come out through the other, pick up the ready cloth and take it to her mistress again.

one day the old woman called her daughter one-eye to her and said, "my good child, my bonny child, go and see who *s the orphan with her work. find out who spins the thread, weaves the cloth and rolls it."

one-eye went with wee little havroshechka into the woods and she went with her into the fields, but she forgot her mother's command and she basked8 in the sun and lay down on the grass. and havroshechka murmured, "sleep, little eye, sleep!"

one-eye shut her eye and fell asleep. while she slept, brindled wove, bleached and rolled the cloth. the mistress learned nothing, so she sent for her second daughter, two-eyes.

"my good child, my bonny child, go and see who *s the orphan with her work."

two-eyes went with wee little havroshechka, but she forgot her mother's commend and she basked in the sun and lay down on the grass. and wee little havroshechka murmured, "sleep, little eye! sleep, the other little eye!" two-eyes shut her eyes and she dozed9 off. while she slept, brindled wove, bleached and rolled the cloth.

the old woman was very angry and on the third day she told her third daughter, three-eyes, to go with wee little havroshechka, to whom she gave * work than *r. three-eyes played and skipped about in the sun until she was so tired that she lay down on the grass. and wee little havroshechka sang out, "sleep, little eye! sleep, the other little eye!"

but she forgot all about the third little eye. two of three-eyes' eyes fell asleep, but the third looked on and saw *rything. it saw wee little havroshechka climb into one of the cow's ears and come out through the other and pick up the ready cloth.

three-eyes came home and told her mother what she had seen. the old woman was overjoyed, and on the very next day she went to her hu*and and said, "go and kill the brindled cow."

the old man was astonished and tried to reason with her. "have you lost your wits, old woman?", he said. "the cow is a good one and still young."

"kill it and say no *," the wife insisted.

there was no * for it, and the old man began to sharpen his knife. wee little havroshechka found out all about it and she ran to the field and threw her arms around brindled.

"brindled, dearie," she said, "they want to kill you!"

and the cow replied, "do not gri*, my bonny lass, but do what i tell you. take my bones, tie them up in a kerchief, bury them in the garden and water them *ry day. do not eat of my flesh and n*r forget me."

the old man killed the cow, and wee little havroshechka did as brindled had told her. she went hungry, but she would not touch the meat, and she buried the bones in the garden and watered them *ry day.

after a while an apple tree grew out of them, and a wonderful tree it was! its apples were round and juicy, its swaying boughs10 were of silver, and its rustling11 leaves were of gold. who*r drove by would stop to look, and who*r came near marveled.

a long time passed by and a little time. one day one-eye, two-eyes and three-eyes were out walking in the garden. and who should chance to be riding by at the time but a young man, handsome and strong and rich and curly-haired. when he saw the juicy apples he stopped and said to the girls teasingly, "fair maidens12! her i will marry amongst you three who brings me an apple off yonder tree."

and off rushed the sisters to the apple tree, each trying to get ahead of the others. but the apples which had been hanging very low and seemed within easy reach now swung up high in the air above the sisters' heads. the sisters tried to knock them down, but the leaves came down in a shower and blinded them. they tried to pluck the apples off, but the boughs caught in their braids and unplaited them. struggle and stretch as they might, they could not reach the apples and only scratched their hands.

then wee little havroshechka walked up to the tree, and at once the boughs bent13 down and the apples came into her hands. she gave an apple to the handsome young stranger and he married her. from that day on she knew no sorrow, and she and her hu*and lived happily *r after.