"No, no, replied the mother. ‘‘Tell me."
"1 dreamed that a noble lord, with a great train of
attendants, came to ask me in marriage. He was in a
golden coach, and he brought me a dress of gold lace. And
when I entered the church, the people looked at nobody
but me."
The mother clasped her hands. Marienka, half dressed,
sprang from the bed and ran into the next room, to avoid a
lecture that was tiresome to her.
The same day three coaches entered the yard, one of
copper, one of silver, and one of gold; the first drawn by
two horses, the second by four, and the third by eight, all
caparisoned with gold and pearls. From the copper and
silver coaches alighted pages dressed in scarlet breeches
and green jackets and cloaks, while from the golden coach
stepped a handsome nobleman all dressed in gold. He
entered the house, and, bending one knee on the ground,
asked the mother for her daughter’s hand.
- What an honor!" thought the mother.
"My dream has come to pass,” said Marienka. "You
see, mother, that, as usual, I was right and you were wrong."
She ran to her chamber, tied the betrothal knot, and
offered it smilingly as a pledge of her faith to the handsome
lord, who, on his side, put a ring on her finger set with a
stone that sparkled like the stars, and presented her with a