“But the palace is ready.”
“What dost thou say?”
The shoemaker looked through the window and said, “Ah!” in astonishment, “how was that done?”
“Dost thou not remember how thou and I fixed it?”
“Yes, it is clear that I have slept too soundly; I barely, barely remember.”
They ran to the golden castle; in it was wealth untold, unseen.
Said Ivan Tsarevich: “Here, master, is a wing, go and dust the railing of the bridge; and if they come and ask who lives in the palace, say thou nothing, but give this letter.”
“Very well.”
The shoemaker went to dust the railing of the bridge.
In the morning Yelena the Beautiful woke up; she saw the golden castle, and ran straight to the Tsar. “See what is done in our place! There is a golden palace on the sea, and from that palace a golden bridge seven versts long; and on both sides of the bridge wonderful trees are growing, and song-birds are singing in various voices.”