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In their village it was customary to celebrate the feast of St. Andrew the First-Called (November 30). The girls used to a.s.semble in some cottage, bake pampushki,and enjoy themselves for a whole week, or even longer. Well, the girls met together once when this festival arrived, and brewed and baked what was wanted.
In the evening came the lads with the music, bringing liquor with them, and dancing and revelry commenced. All the girls danced well, but Marusia was the best of all. After a while there came into the cottage such a fine fellow with a great demeanour! Marry, come up! regular blood and milk, and smartly and richly dressed.
"Hail, fair maidens!" says he.
"Hail, good youth!" say they.
"You're merry-making?"
"Be so good as to join us."
Thereupon he pulled out of his pocket a purse full of gold, ordered liquor, nuts and gingerbread. All was ready in a trice, and he began treating the lads and la.s.ses, giving each a share. Then he took to dancing. Why, it was a treat to look at him! Marusia struck his fancy more than anyone else; so he stuck close to her. The time came for going home.
"Marusia," says he, "Come and see me off."
She went to see him off.
"Marusia, sweetheart!" says he, "Would you like me to marry you?"
"If you like to marry me, I will gladly marry you. But where do you come from?"
"From such and such a place. I'm clerk at a merchant's."
Then they bade each other farewell and separated. When Marusia got home, her mother asked her:
"Well, daughter! have you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes, mother. But I've something pleasant to tell you besides. There was a lad there from the neighborhood, good-looking and with lots of money, and he promised to marry me."
"Harkye Marusia! When you go to where the girls are tomorrow, take a ball of thread with you, make a noose in it, and, when you are going to see him off, throw it over one of his b.u.t.tons, and quietly unroll the ball; then, by means of the thread, you will be able to find out where he lives."
Next day Marusia went to the gathering, and took a ball of thread with her. The youth came again.
"Good evening, Marusia!" said he.
"Good evening!" said she.
Games began and dances. Even more than before did he stick to Marusia, not a step would he budge from her. The time came for going home.
"Come and see me off, Marusia!" says the stranger.
