Once there lived an old man and an old dame, and they only had one little son, and you can’t imagine how they loved him.
One day Iváshechko asked his mother and father, “Please may I go and catch fish?”
“What nonsense! you’re much too little yet: you might get drowned, and that would be a fine story.”
“Oh, no, I won’t get drowned. I’ll go and catch you a fish: let me go!”
So grandfather gave him a little white shirt to wear, with a big red sash, and off he went. Soon he was sitting in a boat and singing:
Little boat, little boat, sail far away,
O’er the blue water away and away.