After the licking I went out in the yard and saw the sun in a puddle.

So I started to trample the mud with my feet.

I covered myself with mud, and got another drubbing.
What was I to do?
I screamed to the sun: 'It doesn't hurt me, you red devil; it doesn't hurt me!' and stuck out my tongue at him.

And I felt comforted." "Why did the sun seem red to you ?" Pavel asked, laughing.
"There was a blacksmith opposite our house, with fine red cheeks, and a huge red beard.

I thought the sun resembled him." The mother lost patience and said: "You'd better talk about your arrangements for the procession." "Everything's been arranged," said Pavel.
"No use talking of things once decided upon.