There was an old man and an old lady. The old man was a decent seeker: so he filled three huge storage facilities with the amusement he slaughtered. One storage facility was loaded with reindeer and elks, another of seals and walrus, and a third was brimming with fish. They had bounty to eat. One morning he stirred, and said to his significant other, "Tune in, old lady! I envisioned the previous evening that we would pass on. On the off chance that this is thus, at that point there is no need of every one of these stores of sustenance. I need you to go to the principal storage facility and toss all the nourishment out to the ravens and the crows." The old lady won't; however he was angry to the point that she at long last went and did as she was bidden. She worked throughout the day, and was exceptionally drained. At that point she backpedaled to the old man. The following day she exhausted another storage facility; and the following day she purged the third one, and tossed all the fish once more into the water. "Give us a chance to swim off," said the old man. The fish, nonetheless, was dead and dry, so it couldn't swim. The next morning they got up very early. Nor was dead; and, additionally, both felt exceptionally ravenous, however all their sustenance was no more. "Ok!" said the old man, "You, old lady, go to the storage facilities and look among the waste. Maybe you will discover a few pieces." The old lady truly
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discovered a few pieces, and brought them home. A couple of them were reindeer meat, others were seal lard, and a third kind were a few heads of dried fish. They put this into an expansive pot and arranged a soup. They ate of it. At the same time a fly settled on the overflow of the pot. Gracious! both felt frightened.. The old lady grabbed her culver-tail, and the old man an ax, and both assaulted that dreadful fly. The old lady hit at it with the culver-tail, and ousted the pot. The old man tossed his ax at it, however the ax hit the old lady and broke her head. She tumbled down dead. The old man ate the rest of the soup, and a fish bone stuck in his throat of which he likewise kicked the bucket. The end.
Told by Marie Shkuleff, a Russian creole young lady, in the town of Pokhotsk, the Kolyma nation, summer of 1895.