More Russian Picture Tales

“Hobble, hobble, hobble,
On my lime-tree leg,
On my birchen crutch!
The water's asleep,
And the earth's asleep,
The whole village is asleep,
Only one woman's awake,
And she's boiling my flesh,
Sitting on my skin,
And spinning my wool!”

And Bruin went into the house, and saw there was no one there. So he took his bit of skin, got his flesh out of the pot and made off.

And the peasant's wife got very frightened, and hid as quick as she could in the cellar under the floor.