“The Crow And The Hen”, Fable by Ivan. A. Krylov

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The Crow And The Hen

WHEN the Prince of Smolensk,* using skill as a weapon against insolence, laid a snare for the modern Vandals, and left them Moscow for their ruin, then all its inhabitants, old and young, assembled together without loss of time, and departed from the city, like a swarm of bees leaving their hive. On all the disquiet which then took place a Crow looked down tranquilly from a housetop, whetting its beak the while.

“What ! are not you ready to start, gossip?” cried a Hen to it from a passing cart. ” Why, they say the enemy is at our very gates.”

” What is that to me ?” replied the bird of omen. ” I shall remain here quietly. You and your sisters can do as you please. But people don’t boil crows, or roast them either; so I shall have no difficulty in living on good terms with the new-comers. It may even happen, perhaps, that I may get some cheese from them, or a stray bone, or something or other. Farewell, my fowl ! a happy journey to you.”

The Crow really did stay ; but, instead of its gaining anything by doing so, when the time came in which the Prince of Smolensk began to starve his guests, it was itself seized by them, and turned into soup.

*’ Kutusof He received the title of Smolensky after the battle of Krasnoe.

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