The Boy Driver
A peasant was returning from market with his son Vanka. 215 The peasant went to sleep in his cart, and Vanka held the reins and cracked the whip. They happened to meet another team. Vanka shouted:—
“Turn out to the right! I shall run over you!”
And the peasant with the team said:—
“It is not a big cricket, but it chirps so as to be heard!”