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In a certain village there once lived a man and his wife, and the wife was so idle that she would never work at anything; whatever her husband gave her to spin, she did not get done, and what
kimnguyen she did spin she did not wind, but let it all remain entangled in a heap. If the man scolded her, she was always ready with her tongue, and said, "Well, how should I wind it, when I have no
reel?
Just you go into the forest and get me one."
"If that is all," said the man, "then I will go into the forest, and get some wood for making reels."
Then the woman was afraid that if he had the wood he would make her a reel of it, and she would have to wind her yarn off, and then begin to spin again.
She bethought herlf a little, and then a lucky idea occurred to her, and she cretly followed the man into the forest, and when he had climbed into a tree to choo and cut the wood, she
floppy crept into the thicket below where he could not e her, and cried, "He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." The man listened, laid down his axe for a moment, and
began to consider what that could mean. "Hollo," he said at last, "what can that have been; my ears must have been singing, I won't alarm mylf for nothing." So he again ized the axe, and
began to hew, then again there came a cry from below: "He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." He stopped, and felt afraid and alarmed, and pondered over the
circumstance. But when a few moments had pasd, he took heart again, and a third time he stretched out his hand for the axe, and began to cut. But some one called out a third time, and said
loudly,"He who cuts wood for reels shall die, And he who winds, shall perish." That was enough for him, and all inclination had departed from him, so he hastily descended the tree, and t out
on his way home. The woman ran as fast as she could by by-ways so as to get home first. So when he entered the parlour, she put on an innocent look as if nothing had happened, and said, "Well,
have you brought a nice piece of wood for reels?"
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"No," said he, "I e very well that winding won't do," and told her what had happened to him in the forest, and from that time forth left her in peace about it. Neverthless after some time,
the man again began to complain of the disorder in the hou. "Wife," said he, "it is really a shame that the spun yarn should lie there all entangled!" "I'll tell you what," said she, "as weolivetti
still don't come by any reel, go you up into the loft, and I will stand down below, and will throw the yarn up to you, and you will throw it down to me, and so we shall get a skei
n after all."
"Yes, that will do," said the man. So they did that, and when it was done, he said, "The yarn is in skeins, now it must be boiled." The woman was again distresd; She certainly said, "Yes, weblive
weigh will boil it next morning early." but she was cretly contriving another trick. Early in the morning she got up, lighted a fire, and put the kettle on, only instead of the yarn, she put in a
lump of tow, and let it boil. After that she went to the man who was still lying in bed, and said to him, "I must just go out, you must get up and look after the yarn which is in the kettle on
the fire, but you must be at hand at once; mind that, for if the cock should happen to crow, and you are not attending to the yarn, it will become tow." The man was willing and took good care
not to loiter. He got up as quickly as he could, and went into the kitchen. But when he reached the kettle and peeped in, he saw, to his horror, nothing but a lump of tow. Then t
he poor man was
as still as a mou, thinking he had neglected it, and was to blame, and in future said no more about yarn and spinning.
But you yourlf must own she was an odious woman!
Once in the wintertime when the snow was very deep， a poor boy had to go out and fetch wood on a sled. After he had gathered it together and loaded it， he did not want to go straight home，
becau he was so frozen， but instead to make a fire and warm himlf a little first. So he scraped the snow away， and while he was thus clearing the ground he found a small golden key. Now he
程滨 believed that where there was a key， there must also be a lock， so he dug in the ground and found a little iron chest. “If only the key fits!” he thought. “Certainly there are valuable things
in the chest.” He looked， but there was no keyhole. Finally he found one， but so s
mall that it could scarcely be en. He tried the key， and fortunately it fitted. Then he turned it once， and
now we must wait until he has finished unlocking it and has opened the lid. Then we shall find out what kind of wonderful things there were in the little chest.
There was once on a time a far-sighted, crafty peasant who tricks were much talked about. The best story is, however, how he once got hold of the Devil, and made a fool of him. The peasant
北京澳际 had one day been working in his field, and as twilight had t in, was making ready for the journeyhome, when he saw a heap of burning coals in the middle of his field, and when, full of
astonishment, he went up to it, a little black devil was sitting on the live coals. "Thou dost indeed sit upon a treasure!" said the peasant. "Yes, in truth," replied the Devil, "on a treasure
which contains more gold and silver than thou hast ever en in thy life!" - "The treasure lies in my field and belongs to me," said the peasant. "It is thine," answered the
Devil, "if thou
wilt for two years give me the half of everything thy field produces. Money I have enough of, but I have a desire for the fruits of the earth." The peasant agreed to the bargain. "In order,
however, that no dispute may ari about the division," said he, "everything that is above ground shall belong to thee, and what is under the earth to me." The Devil was quite satisfied with
that, but the cunning peasant had sown turnips.
Now when the time for harvest came, the Devil appeared and wanted to take away his crop; but he found nothing but theyellow withered leaves, while the peasant, full of delight, was digging up
his turnips. "Thou hast had the best of it for once," said the Devil, "but the next time that won't do. What grows above ground shall be thine, and what is under it, mine." - "I am willing,"
replied the peasant; but when the time came to sow, he did not again sow turnips, but
wheat. The grain became ripe, and the peasant went into the field and cut the full stalks down to the
ground. When the Devil came, he found nothing but the stubble, and went away in a fury down into a cleft in the rocks. "That is the way to cheat the Devil," said the peasant, and went and
fetched away the treasure.
>the iron lady
