The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
Little Girls Wiser Than Old People
from Fables For Children, Stories For Children, Natural Science Stori
- WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
It was an early Easter. They had just quit using sleighs. In the yards
lay snow, and rills ran down the village. A large puddle had run down
from a manure pile into a lane between two farms. And at this puddle two
girls, one older than the other, had met. Both of them had been dressed
by their mothers in new bodices. The little girl had a blue bodice, and
the elder a yellow one with a design. Both had their heads wrapped in
red kerchiefs. After mass the two girls went to the puddle, where they
showed their new garments to each other, and began to play. They wanted
to plash in the water. The little girl started to go into the puddle
with her shoes on, but the older girl said to her:
"Don't go, Malasha, your mother will scold you. I will take off my
shoes, and you do the same."
The girls took off their shoes, raised their skirts, and walked through
the puddle toward each other. Malasha stepped in up to her ankles, and
"It is deep, Akulka, I am afraid."
"Never mind," she replied, "it will not be any deeper. Come straight
toward me!" They came closer to each other. Akulka said:
"Malasha, look out, and do not splash it up, but walk softly."
She had barely said that when Malasha plumped her foot into the water
and bespattered Akulka's bodice, and not only her bodice, but also her
nose and eyes. When Akulka saw the spots on her bodice, she grew angry
at Malasha, and scolded her, and ran after her, and wanted to strike
her. Malasha was frightened and, seeing what trouble she had caused,
jumped out of the puddle and ran home.
Akulka's mother passed by; she saw her daughter's bodice bespattered and
her shirt soiled.
"Where, accursed one, did you get yourself so dirty?"
"Malasha has purposely splashed it on me."
Akulka's mother grasped Malasha and gave her a knock on the nape of her
neck. Malasha began to howl, and her mother ran out of the house.
"Why do you strike my daughter?" she began to scold her neighbour.
One word brought back another, and the women began to quarrel. The men,
too, ran out, and a big crowd gathered in the street. All were crying,
and nobody could hear his neighbour. They scolded and cursed each other;
one man gave another man a push, and a fight had begun, when Akulka's
grandmother came out. She stepped in the midst of the peasants, and
began to talk to them:
"What are you doing, dear ones? Consider the holiday. This is a time for
rejoicing. And see what sin you are doing!"
They paid no attention to the old woman, and almost knocked her off her
feet. She would never have stopped them, if it had not been for Akulka
and Malasha. While the women exchanged words, Akulka wiped off her
bodice, and went back to the puddle in the lane. She picked up a pebble
and began to scratch the ground so as to let the water off into the
street. While she was scratching, Malasha came up and began to help her:
she picked up a chip and widened the rill. The peasants had begun to
fight, just as the water went down the rill toward the place where the
old woman was trying to separate the men. The girls ran, one from one
side of the rill, the other from the other side.
"Look out, Malasha, look out!" shouted Akulka.
Malasha wanted to say something herself, but could not speak for
The girls were running and laughing at a chip which was bobbing up and
down the rill. They ran straight into the crowd of the peasants. The old
woman saw them and said to the peasants:
"Shame on you before God, men! You have started fighting on account of
these two girls, and they have long ago forgotten it: the dear children
have been playing nicely together. They are wiser than you."
The men looked at the girls, and they felt ashamed. Then they laughed at
themselves, and scattered to their farms.
"Except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into the
kingdom of heaven."
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