Meantime the third Simeon was accomplishing something in his line.  After crossing himself three times the fellow rolled up his sleeves to the elbow, took a hatchet and—­one, two—­without any haste built a vessel.  What a curious vessel it was!  The Tsar Archidei watched the wonderful structure from the shore and as soon as the orders were given for sailing, the new vessel sailed away like a white-winged hawk.  The cannon were shooting and upon the masts, instead of rigging, were drawn strings upon which musicians were playing the national tunes.

As soon as the wonderful vessel sailed into deep water, the fourth Simeon snatched the prow and no trace of it remained on the surface; the whole vessel went to the depths like a heavy stone.  In an hour or so Simeon, with his left hand, led the ship to the blue surface of the sea again, and with his right he presented to the Tsar a most magnificent sturgeon for his “kulibiaka,” the famous Russian fish pie.

While the Tsar Archidei enjoyed himself with looking at the marvelous vessel, the fifth Simeon built a blacksmith shop in the court back of the palace.  There he blew the bellows and heated the iron.  The noise from his hammers was great and the result of his peasant work was a self-shooting gun.  The Tsar Archidei Aggeivitch went to the wild fields and perceived high above him, very high under the sky, an eagle flying.

“Now!” exclaimed the Tsar, “there is an eagle forgetting himself with watching the sun; shoot it.  Perchance thou shalt have the good luck to hit it.  Then I will honor thee.”

Simeon shook his locks, smiled, put into his gun a silver bullet, aimed, shot, and the eagle fell swiftly to the earth.  The sixth Simeon did not even allow the eagle to fall to the ground, but, quick as a flash, he ran under it with a plate, caught it on that big plate and presented his prey to the Tsar Archidei.

“Thanks, thanks, my brave fellows, faithful peasants, tillers of the soil!” exclaimed the Tsar Archidei gayly.  “I see now plainly that all of you are men of trade and I wish to reward you.  But now go to your dinner and rest awhile.”  The six Simeons bowed to the Tsar very low, prayed to the holy icons and went.  They were already seated, had time to swallow each one a tumbler of the strong, green wine, took up the round wooden spoons in order to attack the “stchi,” the Russian cabbage soup, when lo! the Tsar’s fool came running and shaking his striped cap with the round bells and shouted: 

“You ignorant simpletons, unlearned peasants, moujiks!  Is it a suitable moment for dinner when the Tsar wants you?  Go in haste!”

All the six started running toward the palace, thinking within themselves:  “What can have happened?” In front of the palace stood the guards with their iron staves; in the halls all the wise and learned people were gathered together, and the Tsar himself was sitting on his high throne looking very grim and thoughtful.