The Sweet-Scented Name. Fyodor Sologub

Russian newspaper is generally either a quarter-page article written by one of the brilliant publicists of the day, such as Rozanof or Merezhkovsky, or a short tale by Sologub or Kuprin or Gorky, or one or other of the great Russian tale-writers. A great number of Sologub's stories have, for instance, appeared in the Retch. Of those given in the present volume, "Lohengrin," "Who art Thou?" and "The Hungry ​Gleam" appeared in the Retch; "She who wore a Crown" in the Russian Word; "Turandina" in the Voice of the Earth; "The Kiss of the Unborn" in the Morning of Russia; "The River Mairure" in Our Life; "The Crimson Ribbon" in the New Word—all daily newspapers of Russia. All the stories were written within the last ten years. Of these translations "Wings" and "The Sweet-scented Name" appeared in Country Life, and that journal retains the right to reproduce them in a volume of Russian fairy-tales and fables if it so desires.

      STEPHEN GRAHAM.

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      A PEASANT girl was feeding geese, and she wept. The farmer's daughter came by and asked, "What are you blubbering about?"

      "I haven't got any wings," cried the peasant girl. "Oh, I wish I could grow some wings."

      "You stupid!" said the farmer's daughter. "Of course you haven't got wings. What do you want wings for?"

      "I want to fly up into the sky and sing my little songs there," answered the little peasant girl.

      Then the farmer's daughter was angry, and said again, "You stupid! How can you ever expect to grow wings? Your father's only a farm-labourer. They might grow on me, but not on you."

      When the farmer's daughter had said that, she went away to the well, sprinkled some water on her shoulders, and stood out among the vegetables in the garden, waiting ​for her wings to sprout. She really believed the sun would bring them out quite soon.

      But in a little while a merchant's daughter came along the road and called out to the girl who was trying to grow wings in the garden, "What are you doing standing out there, red face?"

      "I am growing wings," said the farmer's daughter. "I want to fly."

      Then the merchant's daughter laughed loudly, and cried out, "You stupid farm-girl; if you had wings they would only be a weight on your back."

      The merchant's daughter thought she knew who was most likely to grow wings. And when she went back to the town where she lived she bought some olive-oil and rubbed it on her shoulders, and went out into the garden and waited for her wings to grow.

      By and by a young lady of the Court came along and said to her, "What are you doing out there, my child?"

      When the tradesman's daughter said that she was growing wings, the young lady's face flushed and she looked quite vexed. "That's not for you to do," she said. "It is only real ladies who can grow wings."

      And she went on home, and when she got ​indoors she filled a tub with milk and bathed herself in it, and then went into her garden and stood in the sun and waited for her wings to come out.

      Presently a princess passed by the garden, and when she saw the young lady standing there she sent a servant to inquire what she was doing. The servant came back and told her that as the young lady had wanted to be able to fly she had bathed herself in milk and was waiting for her wings to grow.

      The princess laughed scornfully and exclaimed, "What a foolish girl! She's giving herself trouble for nothing. No one who is not a princess can ever grow wings."

      The princess turned the matter over in her mind, and when she arrived at her father's palace she went into her chamber, anointed herself with sweet-smelling perfumes, and then went down into the palace garden to wait for her wings to come.

      Very soon all the young girls in the country round about went out into their gardens and stood among the vegetables so that they might get wings.

      The Fairy of the Wings heard about this strange happening and she flew down to earth, and, looking at the waiting girls, she said, "If I give you all wings and let ​you all go flying in the sky, who will want to stay at home to cook the porridge and look after the children? I had better only give wings to one of you, namely to her who wanted them first of all."

      So wings grew from the little peasant girl's shoulders, and she was able to fly up into the sky and sing.

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      A LITTLE peasant girl lay ill in her bed. And in heaven God called an angel to His side and bade her go down to earth and dance before the little girl and amuse her. But the angel thought it unbecoming to her dignity to dance before the people of the earth.

      And God knew the proud thoughts of the angel and ordained a punishment for her. She was born into the world of men and became a little child there—a princess in a royal house—and she forgot all that she had known of heaven and her former life, forgot even her own name.

      Now the angel had been called by a name of purity and fragrance, and the people of the earth know no such names as these. So when she became an earthly princess she had only a human name, and was called the Princess Margaret.

      When the little princess grew up she often felt as if she wanted to remember ​something she had once known, but she could not think what it might be, and she became unhappy because she could not remember.

      One day she asked her father:

      "How is it we cannot hear the sunshine?"

      The king smiled at the question, but he could not answer it, and the little princess looked very grieved.

      Another day she said to her mother:

      "The roses smell very sweet; how is it I cannot see their scent?" And when her mother laughed at the strange question the princess felt sadder than ever.

      Some time afterwards she came to her nurse and said:

      "How is it that names are not sweet-scented?"

      The old nurse laughed at her, and again the princess was grieved that no one could answer any of her questions. Then a rumour went about the land that the king's daughter was different from other people, and that her mind was weak. And everybody tried to think of some means to cure her and make her well.

      She was a quiet and melancholy child, and was always asking strange and unusual questions. She was thin and pale, and no ​one thought her beautiful. But she grew older, and at last the time came for her to marry. Many young princes came to her father's court to woo her, but when she began to talk to them no one wanted to have her as a wife. At last a prince named Maximilian arrived, and when the princess saw him she said to him:

      "With us human beings everything seems quite separate from other things—I can only hear words, I cannot smell them; and though I can see flowers and smell their scent, yet I cannot hear them. It makes life dull and uninteresting, don't you think?"

      "What would make life more beautiful for you?" said Maximilian.

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