“Call out to me, ‘Osip, [Joseph] Osip, come here!’ and I will come,” he replied.
Then he dived under water again, and she went to her mother’s, carrying her little girl on one arm, and leading her boy by the hand. Out came her mother to meet her—was so delighted to see her!
“Good day, mother!” said the daughter.
“Have you been doing well while you were living down there?” asked her mother.
“Very well indeed, mother. My life there is better than yours here.”
They sat down for a bit and chatted. Her mother got dinner ready for her, and she dined.
“What’s your husband’s name?” asked her mother.
“Osip,” she replied.
“And how are you to get home?”
“I shall go to the dike, and call out, ‘Osip, Osip, come here!’ and he’ll come.”