The fisherman and his wife


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There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a hovel by the sea-shore, and the fisherman went out every day with his hook and line to catch fish, and he angled and angled.

One day he was sitting with his rod and looking into the clear water, and he sat and sat.

At last down went the line to the bottom of the water, and when he drew it up he found a great flounder on the hook. And the flounder said to him, "Fisherman, listen to me; let me go, I am not a real fish but an enchanted prince. What good shall I be to you if you land me? I shall not taste well; so put me back into the water again, and let me swim away."

"Well," said the fisherman, "no need of so many words about the matter, as you can speak I had much rather let you swim away."
Then he put him back into the clear water, and the flounder sank to the bottom, leaving a long streak of blood behind him. Then the fisherman got up and went home to his wife in their hovel.
"Well, husband," said the wife, "have you caught nothing to-day?"
"No," said the man "that is, I did catch a flounder, but as he said he was an enchanted prince, I let him go again."
"Then, did you wish for nothing?"said the wife.
"No," said the man; "what should I wish for?"
"Oh dear!" said the wife; "and it is so dreadful always to live in this evil-smelling hovel j you might as well have wished for a little cottage; go again and call him; tell him we want a little cottage, I daresay he will give it us; go, and be quick."
And when he went back, the sea was green and yellow, and not nearly so clear. So he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
Then the flounder came swimming up, and said,
"Now then, what does she want?"
"Oh," said the man, "you know when I caught you my wife says I ought to have wished for something. She does not want to live any longer in the hovel, and would rather have a cottage.
"Go home with you," said the flounder, "she has it already."
So the man went home, and found, instead of the hovel, a little cottage, and his wife was sitting on a bench before the door. And she took him by the hand, and said to him,
"Come in and see if this is not a great improvement."
So they went in, and there was a little house-place and a beautiful little bedroom, a kitchen and larder, with all sorts of furniture, and iron and brass ware of the very best. And at the back was a little yard with fowls and ducks, and a little garden full of green vegetables and fruit.
"Look," said the wife, "is not that nice?"
"Yes," said the man, "if this can only last we shall be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife. And after a meal they went to bed.
So all went well for a week or fortnight, when the wife said,
"Look here, husband, the cottage is really too confined, and the yard and garden are so small; I think the flounder had better get us a larger house; I should like very much to live in a large stone castle; so go to your fish and he will send us a castle."
"0 my dear wife," said the man, "the cottage is good enough; what do we want a castle for?"
"We want one," said the wife; "go along with you; the flounder can give us one."
"Now, wife," said the man, "the flounder gave us the cottage; I do not like to go to him again, he may be angry."
"Go along," said the wife, "he might just as well give us it as not; do as I say!"
The man felt very reluctant and unwilling; and he said to himself,
"It is not the right thing to do;" nevertheless he went.
So when he came to the seaside, the water was purple and dark blue and grey and thick, and not green and yellow as before. And he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?"said the flounder.
"Oh," said the man, half frightened, "she wants to live in a large stone castle."
"Go home with you, she is already standing before the door," said the flounder.
Then the man went home, as he supposed, but when he got there, there stood in the place of the cottage a great castle of stone, and his wife was standing on the steps, about to go in; so she took him by the hand, and said,
"Let us enter."
With that he went in with her, and in the castle was a great hall with a marble- pavement, and there were a great many servants, who led them through large doors, and the passages were decked with tapestry, and the rooms with golden chairs and tables, and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling; and all the rooms had carpets. And the tables were covered with eatables and the best wine for any one who wanted them. And at the back of the house was a great stable-yard for horses and cattle, and carriages of the finest; besides, there was a splendid large garden, with the most beautiful flowers and fine fruit trees, and a pleasance full half a mile long, with deer and oxen and sheep, and everything that heart could wish for.
"There! "said the wife, "is not this beautiful?"
"Oh yes," said the man, "if it will only last we can live in this fine castle and be very well contented."
"We will see about that," said the wife, "in the meanwhile we will sleep upon it." With that they went to bed.
The next morning the wife was awake first, just at the break of day, and she looked out and saw from her bed the beautiful country lying all round. The man took no notice of it, so she poked him in the side with her elbow, and said,
"Husband, get up and just look out of the window. Look, just think if we could be king over all this country . Just go to your fish and tell him we should like to be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what should we be kings for? I don't want to be king."
"Well," said the wife, "if you don't want to be king, I will be king."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be king for? I could not ask him such a thing."
"Why not?" said the wife, "you must go directly all the same; I must be king."
So the man went, very much put out that his wife should want to be king.
"It is not the right thing to do-not at all the right thing," thought the man. He did not at all want to go, and yet he went all the same.
And when he came to the sea the water was quite dark grey, and rushed far inland, and had an ill smell. And he stood and said,
'' O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Now then, what does she want?" said the fish. "Oh dear!"said the man, "she wants to be king."
"Go home with you, she is so already," said the fish.
So the man went back, and as he came to the palace he saw it was very much larger, and had great towers and splendid gateways; the herald stood before the door, and a number of soldiers with kettle-drums and trumpets.
And when he came inside everything was of marble and gold, and there were many curtains with great golden tassels. Then he went through the doors of the saloon to where the great throne-room was, and there was his wife sitting upon a throne of gold and diamonds, and she had a great golden crown on, and the sceptre in her hand was of pure gold and jewels, and on each side stood six pages in a row, each one a head shorter than the other. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are king!"
"Yes," said the wife, "now I am king."
So then he stood and looked at her, and when he had gazed at her for some time he said,
"Well, wife, this is fine for you to be king! now there is nothing more to wish for."
"O husband!" said the wife, seeming quite restless, "I am tired of this already. Go to your fish and tell him that now I am king I must be emperor."
"Now, wife," said the man, "what do you want to be emperor for?"
"Husband," said she, "go and tell the fish I want to be emperor.!'
"Oh dear!" said the man, "he could not do it-I cannot ask him such a thing. There is but one emperor at a time; the fish can't possibly make any one emperor-indeed he can't."
"Now, look here," said the wife, "I am king, and you are only my husband, so will you go at once? Go along! for if he was able to make me king he is able to make me emperor; and I will and must be emperor, so go along!"
So he was obliged to go; and as he went he felt very uncomfortable about it, and he thought to himself,
"It is not at all the right thing to do; to want to be emperor is really going too far; the flounder will soon be beginning to get tired of this."
With that he came to the sea, and the water was quite black and thick, and the foam flew, and the wind blew, and the man was terrified. But he stood and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"What is it now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear! "said the man, "my wife wants to be emperor."
"Go home with you," said the fish, "she is emperor already."
So the man went home, and found the castle adorned with polished marble and alabaster figures, and golden gates. The troops were being marshalled before the door, and they were blowing trumpets and beating drums and cymbals; and when he entered he saw barons and earls and dukes waiting about like servants; and the doors were of bright gold. And he saw his wife sitting upon a throne made of one entire piece of gold, and it was about two miles high; and she had a great golden crown on, which was about three yards high, set with brilliants and carbuncles; and in one hand she held the sceptre, and in the other the globe; and on both sides of her stood pages in two rows, all arranged according to their size, from the most enormous giant of two miles high to the tiniest dwarf of the size of my little finger; and before her stood earls and dukes in crowds. So the man went up to her and said,
"Well, wife, so now you are emperor."
"Yes," said she, "now I am emperor."
Then he went and sat down and had a good look at her, and then he said,
"Well now, wife, there is nothing left to be, now you are emperor."
"What are you talking about, husband?" said she; "I am emperor, and next I will be pope! so go and tell the fish so."
"Oh dear!" said the man, "what is it that you don't want? You can never become pope; there is but one pope in Christendom, and the fish can't possibly do it."
"Husband," said she, "no more words about it; I must and will be pope; so go along to the fish."
"Now, wife," said the man, "how can I ask him such a thing? it is too bad-it is asking a little too much; and, besides, he could not do it."
"What rubbish!" said the wife; '' if he could make me emperor he can make me pope. Go along and ask him; I am emperor, and you are only my husband, so go you must."
So he went, feeling very frightened, and he shivered and shook, and his knees trembled; and there arose a great wind, and the clouds flew by, and it grew very dark, and the sea rose mountains high, and the ships were tossed about, and the sky was partly blue in the middle, but at the sides very dark and red, as in a great tempest. And he felt very desponding, and stood trembling and said,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the fish.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to be pope."
"Go home with you, she is pope already," said the fish.
So he went home, and he found himself before a great church, with palaces all round. He had to make his way through a crowd of people; and when he got inside he found the place lighted up with thousands and thousands of lights; and his wife was clothed in a golden garment, and sat upon a very high throne, and had three golden crowns on, all in the greatest priestly pomp; and on both sides of her there stood two rows of lights of all sizes-from the size of the longest tower to the smallest rushlight, and all the emperors and kings were kneeling before her and kissing her foot.
"Well, wife," said the man, and sat and stared at her, "so you are pope."
"Yes," said she, "now I am pope!"
And he went on gazing at her till he felt dazzled, as if he were sitting in the sun. And after a little time he said,
"Well, now, wife, what is there left to be, now you are pope?"
And she sat up very stiff and straight, and said nothing.
And he said again, "Well, wife, I hope you are contented at last with being pope; you can be nothing more."
"We will see about that," said the wife. With that they both went to bed; but she was as far as ever from being contented, and she could not get to sleep for thinking of what she should like to be next.
The husband, however, slept as fast as a top after his busy day; but the wife tossed and turned from side to side the whole night through, thinking all the while what she could be next, but nothing would occur to her; and when she saw the red dawn she slipped off the bed, and sat before the window to see the sun rise, and as it came up she said,
"Ah, I have it! what if I should make the sun and moon to rise-husband!"she cried, and stuck her elbow in his ribs, "wake up, and go to your fish, and tell him T want power over the sun and moon."
The man was so fast asleep that when he started up he fell out of bed. Then he shook himself together, and opened his eyes and said,
"Oh,-wife, what did you say?"
"Husband," said she, "if I cannot get the power of making the sun and moon rise when I want them, I shall never have another quiet hour. Go to the fish and tell him so."
"O wife!" said the man, and fell on his knees to her, "the fish can really not do that for you. I grant you he could make you emperor and pope; do be contented with that, I beg of you."
And she became wild with impatience, and screamed out,
"I can wait no longer, go at once!"
And so off he went as well as he could for fright. And a dreadful storm arose, so that he could hardly keep his feet; and the houses and trees were blown down, and the mountains trembled, and rocks fell in the sea; the sky was quite black, and it thundered and lightened; and the waves, crowned with foam, ran mountains high. So he cried out, without being able to hear his own words,
"O man, O man!-if man you be, Or flounder, flounder, in the sea- Such a tiresome wife I've got, For she wants what I do not."
"Well, what now?" said the flounder.
"Oh dear!" said the man, "she wants to order about the sun and moon."
"Go home with you!"said the flounder, "you will find her in the old hovel."
And there they are sitting to this very day.
A fost odata ca niciodata un pescar batran, care locuia impreuna cu sotia lui in apropierea tarmului unei mari indepartate. Bordeiul lor era neingrijit si darapanat, iar batranul, slabit de povara anilor, de abia-si mai tinea zilele. Nu mai iesea pe mare, la pescuit, de teama ca n-ar putea face fata valurilor mai puternice. Indraznea doar sa se urce in barca lui veche, legata de o radacina uscativa de pe tarm, de unde isi arunca-n apa undita. Prindea doar pestisori mai mici, cu care nu prea reuseau sa-si astampere foamea.

Nevasta lui era o femeie infumurata, certareata si mereu nemultumita. Zi de zi se plangea de viata pe care o duceau si nu contenea sa-si invinovateasca barbatul pentru neajunsurile lor. Intr-o buna zi, pescarul isi arunca undita-n apa, nadajduind sa prinda cat mai mult peste. Trecu o buna bucata de vreme de cand statea chircit cu undita-n mana. Deodata, insa se petrecu o minune: prinse un pestisor mic, din cale afara de frumos si de stralucitor. Batranul nu mai vazuse ceva asemanator: era poleit cu aur.

Pestisorul, cu glas de om, ii ceru pescarului sa-l lase in viata si sa-l arunce in apa. Pescarul era un om milostiv, insa-i era teama de gura spurcata a nevestei, gandindu-se ca se va intoarce acasa fara hrana. In cele din urma, cruta viata bietei vietati, hotarandu-se s-o lase sa se intoarca-n imparatia apelor. Pestisorul, drept rasplata, ii promise pescarului ca-i va indeplini trei dorinte. Insa batranelul, trecut prin atatea necazuri, nu mai credea in minuni. Isi spuse doar ca l-ar fi maniat pe Dumnezeu daca n-ar fi crutat viata micului pestisor auriu.

Cand pescarul se intoarse acasa cu traista goala, nevasta il dojeni aspru. Pentru a o imbuna, ii povesti intamplarea ciudata de care avu parte, ba pomeni si de promisiunile pestisorului de aur. Pret de cateva clipe, nevasta batranului se arata neincrezatoare. Isi spuse ca are un papa-lapte de barbat, mult prea milostiv. Asta trebuie sa fi fost pricina pentru care crutase viata pestisorului. Dar, sireata cum era, se hotari sa puna la-ncercare promisiunea facuta de pestisor. Porunci batranului sa se intoarca indata pe tarm si sa-i ceara pestisorului sa-i indeplineasca o dorinta.

Pescarul porni inspre mare si, cam sovaielnic, il striga pe pestisorul de aur. Acesta nu intarzie sa se arate, iar pescarul ii destainui ce-i ceruse nevasta sa-i porunceasca. Ii ceru o covata mai mare, in locul celei vechi, ponosite. Pestisorului nu i se paru greu sa-i indeplineasca dorinta si-i promise pescarului ca sotia lui va fi multumita. Auzind acestea, pescarul porni agale spre casa. Cand ajunse aici, spre uimirea lui, vazu-n odaia mica a casutei o covata mare si frumoasa, cum nu-i fusese dat sa vada vreodata. Nevasta lui insa statea nerabdatoare langa covata, clatinandu-si capul in semn de uimire. Acum dadea crezare puterii nemaipomenite a pestisorului, dar nu trecu mult timp ca nascoci din nou o dorinta demna de lacomia ei.

Gandindu-se ca aceasta covatica nu-i este de ajuns, isi trimise din nou barbatul la malul marii, pentru a cere pestisorului de aur sa-i indeplineasca cea de-a doua dorinta. De asta-data, femeia vroia o casa frumoasa si impodobita, in locul celei darapanate. Zbiera cat o tinea gura, fugarindu-l pe bietul pescar. Vorbele-i taioase se auzira pana departe si pescarul n-avu de ales decat sa-l cheme din nou pe pestisorul auriu.

Om cinstit, cumpatat si modest, ii era rusine de lacomia sotiei sale. Se temea ca pestisorul se va supara daca-l cauta dupa atat de putin timp. Poate isi va spune ca este si el la fel de necinstit si de lacom ca si nevasta lui. Isi ascunse rusinea, isi lua inima-n dinti si-l chema din nou pe pestisor. Si-i spuse cea de-a doua dorinta a femeii sale. Pestisorul il asigura ca dorinta ii era ca si indeplinita - la intoarcere va gasi o casa noua, incapatoare, din care nu va lipsi nimic.

Pescarul merse inspre casa, cu capul plecat. Dar iata ca-n locul bordeiului darapanat, se afla o casa mare, nou-nouta. Nevasta lui insa statea in prag, scrasnind din dinti de nemultumire. "Te pomenesti ca nu-i sunt de ajuns toate bogatiile din lume," gandi mohorat batranul. Si cata dreptate mai avea!

Caci de indata ce-l vazu, batrana ii porunci mosului sa faca din nou cale intoarsa si sa se-nfatiseze inaintea pestisorului. Urma sa i se-ndeplineasca cea de-a treia dorinta: vroia un palat. Pestisorul ii indeplini dorinta, desi parea deja satul si plictisit de lacomia lor. Cand barbatul se intoarse acasa, nu-i veni sa-si creada ochilor. In locul casei era un palat care se inalta falnic in tinutul acela parasit ce pana nu demult fusese parca uitat de Dumnezeu.

Nevasta-sa era acum imparateasa si se asezase deja pe locul de cinste din sala mare a palatului. Cand isi vazu barbatul la poarta, ii zise numai vorbe de ocara, izvorate din inima ei haina, de piatra. Il goni de la palat, strigandu-i ca este un biet muritor, impovarat de ani, si ca ar face bine sa-si caute norocul in alta parte. Il izgoni ca pe un dusman si-i spuse sa ia seama ca nu cumva sa indrazneasca sa mai puna piciorul in palatul ei.

Batranul pescar parasi palatul si porni incotro vazu cu ochii, iar pentru drum nu i se dadu nici macar o bucata de paine. Paznicii palatului il inghiontira si-l batjocorira. I se interzise sa se mai apropie vreodata de palat. Bietul pescar nici nu intelegea bine ce se petrecea. Cazu pe ganduri, stia ca doar pestisorul de aur putea sa-i dea vreun sfat. Cobora din nou la tarm si-l chema inca o data desi cele trei dorinte fura deja indeplinite. Totusi, pestisorul se arata si acum. Batranul ii povesti de necazul care dadu-se peste el, de trufia nevestei sale.

Batranul avea o ultima rugaminte, pornita din suflet. Ii ceru pestisorului sa naruie palatul si sa faca sa dispara bogatiile primite, iar acasa vroia s-o gaseasca pe nevasta lui asteptand in usa subreda a vechiului lor bordei, in care sa domneasca pacea si impacarea.

Lacomia nevestei pescarului il supara din cale-afara pe pestisor, astfel ca se indura de sufletul necajit care venise sa-si jeleasca amaraciunea. Hotari sa faca dreptate si sa-i indeplineasca aceasta ultima dorinta. Il imbuna pe bietul pescar si-l trimise acasa. Nu mai era nici urma de palat, de curte imparateasca si de multimea de servitori care forfoteau prin palat sa-i faca pe plac stapanei.

Cand batranul vazu vechea lor casuta, cu peretii scorojiti, se simti cu sufletul impacat. Inauntru isi gasi nevasta, cea vesnic nemultumita, cum era si mai inainte. Totul era ca la inceput: viata lor era lipsita de bucurii si de bogatii, asa cum fusesera obisnuiti. Pescarul mai iesea din cand in cand la pescuit, dandu-si toata silinta sa prinda cat mai multi pestisori in carligul unditei. Duceau o viata grea, plina de griji, dar pescarul stia ca era tocmai viata pe care si-o dorise, desi nevasta continua sa-l dojeneasca pe nedrept in fiecare zi.

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