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Night of Ivan Kupala

(Russian folk tale)

There was one gentleman bonded slave. So even think this slave of Ivan Kupala, into the night, to go to the forest, fern break to get the treasure.

He waited for the night, put his master to bed at eleven o'clock, and went into the woods.

Included in the forest. There was then a whistle, noise, noise and laughter. Was terribly, but he did: though terribly and goes. Looks - features an Indian on horseback rides cock. And it did: went slave - never said a word.

And then he saw: growing away flower shines - just to stem the fire ember lies.

Glad slave, running to the flower ran, well, hell to stop it: who pulls the floor, who blocked the road, who rolled up under his feet, that he fell. Already almost ran slave to flower, but then could not resist coming from rugnetsya devils:

- Pull back - he says - you have me, you cursed!

Not had time to utter, threw it back.

Nothing to do, got up, went again, sees the same place glitters flower. Again he began to stop, pull back. He suffers, goes on and on, do not look back, not a word to say, do not cross, and behind it-such stroyut wonders what's scary to think about!

Bondsman came to flower, bent down, grabbed him by the stalk, pulled, looks - instead of the devil flower horn tore, and the flower still growing and still in the same place. Groaned features the entire forest.

Could not resist coming from slave spits:

- Damn you!

Do not have time to say, suddenly threw it back again. Ubilsya hurt, but do nothing.

He got up, went again. Again still shines flower in place. Again he began to stop, pull. All endured slave, quietly crept to the flower - and ripped it off!

Let it flower with a home run and forget the pain. Nor, for which only trick or raised hell - nothing, slave running, no matter what is not looking - at least ten times fell as he ran home.

Resorted to the house and the master out of the gate and began to scold slave was worth:

- Alyosha! Where are you, a loafer, was it? How dare you leave without permission?

Evil was a slave master and even came out with a stick. Slave obeys.

- I'm sorry, - he says - the flower walk, get the treasure.

Ozlilsya than ever master.

- I tell you - he says - give the flower to go, I'm waiting, waiting! Give me a flower! Treasure find - section.

Slave and so glad that the master wants to share his treasure. Filed a flower - and suddenly fell through the floor master. Flower was gone! Here and roosters crowed.

Slave looked around - he stands alone; crying, poor man, walked into the house. Come, see - and the master is asleep, as he packed.

Tighter, tighter slave, and so it was left with nothing - just bruised.