More Russian Picture Tales — Inside the Classic
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There was once a wolf, and he got very hungry, and so he went to have a look to see what he could find for dinner. After a bit he saw a ram feeding in a meadow, so he went up to him and said: "Mr. Ram, Mr. Ram, I'm going to eat you!" But the ram answered: "Who are you, I should like to know, that you mean to eat me?" "I'm a wolf, and I'm looking for a good dinner," said the wolf. "What sort of a wolf do you fancy you are?" answered the ram, "you're not, you're a dog!" "No, I'm not a dog," said he, "I'm a wolf." "Well then," answered the ram, "if you're a wolf, stand at the bottom of the hill and open your jaws wide. Then I'll run down the hill and jump straight into your mouth." "All right," said the wolf.
So he stood at the bottom of the hill and opened his mouth wide, while the ram climbed to the top of the hill. Then he ran down the hill very fast, and hit the wolf with his horns as hard as he could.
The wolf rolled over, knocked senseless with the blow, while the ram ran off home. And there lay the wolf, till at last he came to himself again, with all his bones aching.
"Well, what a fool I must have been!" thought he. "Who ever saw a ram jump into one's mouth of his own free will?"
Then he went on further, just as hungry as ever, and after a bit he saw a horse walking in a meadow nibbling the grass.
So he went up to him and said: "Mr. Horse, Mr. Horse, I'm going to eat you!" But the horse answered: "Who are you, I should like to know, that you mean to eat me?" "I'm a wolf!" "You think again," answered the horse, "You're only a dog!" "No, I'm not a dog," said he, "I'm a wolf." "Oh, if you are sure you're a wolf, it's all right. Only I'm not very fat yet, so you'd better begin on my tail, and meanwhile I'll be munching some more grass and get a little fuller."
So the wolf went up to him from behind, and was just going to get to work on his tail, when the horse let out at him as hard as he could! And the wolf rolled over, while the horse ran off.
And there sat the wolf, and he thought: "Well, wasn't I a fool! wasn't I a noodle! Who ever heard of anyone starting to eat a horse by the tail?"
And so he wandered on further, when after a bit he saw a pig coming towards him, so when he got to him he said: "Mr. Pig, Mr. Pig, I'm going to eat you!" But the pig answered: "Who are you, I should like to know, that you mean to eat me?" "I'm a wolf." "You're a queer sort of wolf," answered the pig, "you're only a dog!" "No, I'm not a dog," said he, "I'm a wolf!" "Oh, that's all right then," answered the pig, "you just sit down on my back. I'll give you a ride, and then you can eat me."
So the wolf sat down on the pig's back, when lo and behold! the pig carried him straight into the village.
And all the dogs ran out, made a dash for the wolf, and began to tease him. And they teased him so much, it was all he could do to tear himself away and run off back into the forest.
THE PEASANT AND THE BEAR.
Once upon a time a certain peasant lost his wife, then he lost his other relations, and then he was left alone with no one to help him in his home or his fields. So he went to Bruin and said: "Look here, Bruin, let's keep house and plant our garden and sow our corn together." And Bruin asked: "But how shall we divide it afterwards?" "How shall we divide it?" said the peasant, "Well, you take all the tops and let me have all the roots." "All right," answered Bruin. So they sowed some turnips, and they grew beautifully. And Bruin worked hard, and gathered in all the turnips, and then they began to divide them. And the peasant said: "The tops are yours, aren't they, Bruin?" "Yes," he answered. So the peasant cut off all the turnip tops and gave them to Bruin, and then sat down to count the roots. And Bruin saw that the peasant had done him down.
And he got huffy, lay down in his den, and started sucking his paws.
The ten tales in this collection share a distinctive pattern: animals speak plainly, objects obey commands, and trouble begins with a single misstep. In “The Cock and the Bean,” a cock chokes on a bean, setting off a chain of requests that loops through cow, hay-makers, oven, wood-cutters, smith, and charcoal—each link repeating the full list. The same cumulative structure appears in “The Goat and the Ram,” where a goat and ram flee a wolf and seek shelter, bargaining with a hare, a fox, and a bear. The stories do not explain motives; they simply present actions and their consequences.
Repetition as Narrative Engine
Nearly every tale relies on repeated dialogue and escalating sequences. In “The Cock and the Bean,” the mistress recites the entire chain of favors each time she asks a new helper: “The hay's for the cow, who will give me some butter, and the butter's for my cock who is lying there and can't breathe.” The same formula recurs in “The Straw Ox,” where the old woman chants “Feed, feed, ox, on the fresh green grass” before falling asleep, and each animal—bear, wolf, fox—asks the ox for pitch, gets stuck, and is captured. The repetition is not decorative; it drives the plot and creates a rhythm that makes the tales easy to follow aloud.
Sticky Traps and Physical Comedy
Pitch, butter, and other sticky substances feature prominently. In “The Straw Ox,” a straw ox smeared with pitch traps a bear, a wolf, and a fox one by one. Each animal’s paw sticks, then the other paw, then teeth—until the old man captures them. The bear’s comment, “Look at the long way I've come, and yet she can still see and hear me,” shows the humor of the situation. In “The Cock and the Bean,” the cock lies stretched out, unable to breathe, until butter finally frees him. The physicality is blunt: animals get stuck, choked, or carried in sacks, and the comedy comes from their helplessness.
Animal Voices and Human Parallels
The animals speak in short, direct sentences, often repeating themselves. The cock says, “I've choked myself with a bean.” The straw ox announces, “I'm the three-year-old ox, all made of straw and smeared over with pitch.” There is no moralizing; the animals simply state facts. Human characters are equally flat: the old woman in “The Straw Ox” tells her husband, “Do what I tell you! Never mind what it's for—that's my business!” The tales present a world where requests are obeyed without question, and where cleverness—like the fox’s trick in “The Fox and the Blackbird”—is rewarded. The voice is consistent across stories, suggesting a single translator’s style.
These tales reward reading aloud, especially for the cumulative chains and repeated refrains. The short length of each story (most under 1,000 words) makes them suitable for quick sessions. Listeners may notice how the same plot devices—sticky traps, trickster animals, and circular requests—reappear in different combinations. The collection offers a compact sample of Russian folk narrative patterns as rendered in early twentieth-century English translation.
I found myself smiling at the fox’s clever escapes in the Russian tales, that same wry affection for a rogue I felt when reading the Cornish hearth stories. Both hold a warmth for small cunning triumphs over bigger fools. Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series — Reading Companion feels like a gentler cousin, trading snow for sea mist, yet keeps that dear, familiar gleam in the teller’s eye.
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