Английский язык. Ирландские волшебные сказки / Irish Fairy Tales

When grown to be almost a young man the son went away one day to the hills to hunt. He could find no game, – saw nothing all day. Towards evening he sat down on a hillside to rest, but soon stood up again and started to go home empty-handed. Then he heard a whistle behind him, and turning, saw a giant hurrying