The peasant promised to buy his daughters what they asked of him, and then started for market. He sold his hay, and bought the presents: some nankeen for one of his daughters, for another some kumach, and for Little Sim a little silver plate and a little apple. Then he returned home and gave these things to his daughters.
The girls were delighted; the two elder ones made themselves sarafans, and laughed at Little Sim, wondering what she would do with the silver plate and the apple.
Little Sim did not eat the apple, but sat down in a corner and cried.
"Roll, roll, little apple on the silver plate, and show me towns and fields, forests and seas, lofty mountains and beautiful skies."
And the apple began to roll on the plate, and there appeared on it town after town; ships sailing on the seas, and people in the fields; mountains and beautiful skies; suns and stars. All these things looked so beautiful, and were so wonderful, that it would be impossible to tell of them in a story, or describe them with the pen.

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