Many years ago, there lived an old woman, all alone in a tiny hut in Markev. She had no children, and no one to ask after her. The old woman would weep night and day for a child, but of course, with no result. One day she found an mysterius orphan boy, wrapped it carefully in cotton cloth to keep it from freezing, and took care of it like it was her own. Night and day the old woman looked after the boy, in the hope that maybe it would give her a child. But nothing happened, and every day the old woman grew more and more happy.
One morning, as, and it was , loveliest baby boy that anyone could imagine. The baby saw the old woman and smiled and held out its tiny arms. The old woman was delighted.
The old woman loved the child dearly, and looked after it so carefully and so well, that by the time it was a year old it could walk and talk as well as any grown up. But for some strange reason, no one knows why. He remained as tiny as a one-year old for the rest of his life. So he began to be called the ‘Dwarf’.
