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A man was going to the house of some rich person. As he went along the road, he saw a box of good apples at the side of the road. He said, "I do not want to eat those apples; for the rich man will give me much food; he will give me very nice food to eat." Then he took the apples and threw them away into the dust.
He went on and came to a river. The river had become very big; so he could not go over it. He waited for some time; then he said, "I cannot go to the rich man's house today, for I cannot get over the river."
He began to go home. He had eaten no food that day. He began to want food. He came to the apples, and he was glad to take them out of the dust and eat them.
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One day, in the cold winter season
I came out of the forest; it was very cold.
I look, it's climbing slowly uphill
A horse carrying firewood cart.
And marching importantly, in calm decorum,
The little man leads the horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a sheepskin coat,
In big mittens... and himself with a nail!
"Great kid!" - "Go by yourself!"
-"You're too formidable, as I see!
Where are the firewood from?— - "From the forest, vestimo;
Father, do you hear, cuts, and I take it away."
(A woodcutter's axe was heard in the forest.)
"And what, does the father have a big family?
— - "The family is big, but two people
Just men: my father and I...
—- "So that's it! What's your name?" - "Vlasom".
- "And what year are you?" - "The sixth has passed…
Well, she's dead!" the little one shouted in a bass voice,
He jerked at the reins and walked faster.
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