You're going to be. Hi everyone. Welcome to another episode of Sleep and Relax ASMR. Today we're going to be reading a Russian

folk tale called The Sea King's Daughter. This is courtesy of a website called Aaron Shep.com.

I'll make sure to include a link to the story. Now of course as always you know I'm I

find a story that I think is nice I don't actually know if it's a well-known legend or

folk tale or not, but anyway it looks like a nice story. So without further ado,

let's read The Sea King's daughter. Long ago in the river port city called Novgorod the Great, there lived a young musician named

Satko.

Every day a rich merchant or noble would send a messenger to Sacko's door calling him to play at a feast. Sack agrap his 12-string goosly and rush to the banquet hall.

There he would pluck the strings of its instrument till all the guests were dancing

Eat your fell the host would tell him later

pointing him to the table and passing him a few small coins beside and on such as he was given did Satko live.

Often his friends would ask him, how can you survive on so little?

It's not so bad, but Saco would reply. And anyway, how many men can go do

a different feasts each day, play the music they love, and watch it set a whole room dancing.

Sat go was proud of his city, the richest and most free in all of Russia.

You would walk through Busy Market Square, lined with merchants in their stalls and teaming with traders from many lands.

He never crossed the square without hearing tongues so far off places, from Italy to Norway to Persia.

Down at the piers, he would see the sailing ships with their cargoes of lumber, grain, hides, pottery, spices, and precious metals. In crossing the Great Bridge over the River Volkof, Sacco would catch the glint from the gilded roofs of a dozen white stone churches.

Is there another city such as Novregard in all the world?

Novgorod, sorry, it's nov-korod.

He would say, is there any better place to be? Yet sometimes Sarko was lonely.

The maidens who dance, the maidens who dance to his music at the feast would often smile

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