The stories in this book are those that Russian peasants tell to their children and to each other. (Note, 1915)
More than twenty years later, anchored in my boat in an English river, watching the brown sails of the barges towering past the trees, and remembering those summer nights in Russia long ago, I wish a fair wind for the new edition of this book. (Note to the 1938 edition)
Outside in the forest there was deep snow.
"Keep the towel," says the little mouse ; ' I think it will be useful.""
"Ah!" said old Peter, as he lifted them out, first one and then the other; "it isn't only Vanya who's asleep." And he carried them in, and put them to bed without waking them.