RUSSIAN GARLAND
his eyes he sought for it the whole field over. At last he came to a little hill, and heard a man's voice calling to him: "Come hither, Ivan Tsarevich!" Ivan wondered to himself not a little at hearing a voice and seeing no one. But the voice called again; and Ivan went toward the spot whence it came, and remarked in the hill a little window, with an iron lattice; and at the window he saw a man, who beckoned to him with the hand. Ivan came up, and the man said to him: "Why are you so sad, my good lad, Ivan Tsarevich?"
"How can I help grieving?" replied Ivan; "I have lost my favourite arrow, and can find it nowhere, and my sorrow is the greater because I can not discover a steed to please me."
"That is no great matter to grieve for," said the man; "I will get you a good horse, and give you back your arrow since it flew down to me here ; but what will you give me for it?"
"Anything you ask," replied Ivan, "if you will give me what you promise."
"Nay," said the man, "I want nothing more than that you will free me from this place."
"And how and by whom were you caged up thus?"
"Your father imprisoned me here," replied the man. "I was a famous robber, and was called Bulat
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