Russian Fairy Tales: A Choice Collection of Muscovite Folk-lore. Anonymous
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Название: Russian Fairy Tales: A Choice Collection of Muscovite Folk-lore

Автор: Anonymous

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СКАЧАТЬ he enquired and enquired, never a thing came of it; not even a trace of the youth could be found. He took to his work by himself, and was hammering away, when at that moment up drove the seigneur, and walked straight into the smithy.

      “Make a young man of me,” says he.

      “Are you in your right mind, Barin? How can one make a young man of you?”

      “Come, now! you know all about that.”

      “I know nothing of the kind.”

      “You lie, you scoundrel! Since you made my old woman young, make me young too; otherwise, there will be no living with her for me.”

      “Why I haven’t so much as seen your good lady.”

      “Your journeyman saw her, and that’s just the same thing. If he knew how to do the job, surely you, an old hand, must have learnt how to do it long ago. Come, now, set to work at once. If you don’t, it will be the worse for you. I’ll have you rubbed down with a birch-tree towel.”

      The Smith was compelled to try his hand at transforming the seigneur. He held a private conversation with the coachman as to how his journeyman had set to work with the lady, and what he had done to her, and then he thought:—

      “So be it! I’ll do the same. If I fall on my feet, good; if I don’t, well, I must suffer all the same!”

      So he set to work at once, stripped the seigneur naked, laid hold of him by the legs with the tongs, popped him into the furnace, and began blowing the bellows. After he had burnt him to a cinder, he collected his remains, flung them into the milk, and then waited to see how soon a youthful seigneur would jump out of it. He waited one hour, two hours. But nothing came of it. He made a search in the tub. There was nothing in it but bones, and those charred ones.

       Just then the lady sent messengers to the smithy, to ask whether the seigneur would soon be ready. The poor Smith had to reply that the seigneur was no more.

      When the lady heard that the Smith had only turned her husband into a cinder, instead of making him young, she was tremendously angry, and she called together her trusty servants, and ordered them to drag him to the gallows. No sooner said than done. Her servants ran to the Smith’s house, laid hold of him, tied his hands together, and dragged him off to the gallows. All of a sudden there came up with them the youngster who used to live with the Smith as his journeyman, who asked him:—

      “Where are they taking you, master?”

      “They’re going to hang me,” replied the Smith, and straightway related all that had happened to him.

      “Well, uncle!” said the Demon, “swear that you will never strike me with your hammer, but that you will pay me the same respect your father always paid, and the seigneur shall be alive, and young, too, in a trice.”

      The Smith began promising and swearing that he would never again lift his hammer against the Demon, but would always pay him every attention. Thereupon the journeyman hastened to the smithy, and shortly afterwards came back again, bringing the seigneur with him, and crying to the servants:

      “Hold! hold! Don’t hang him! Here’s your master!”

      Then they immediately untied the cords, and let the Smith go free.

      FOOTNOTES:

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      [11] Dasent’s “Popular Tales from the Norse,” p. xl.

      [12] Max Müller, “Chips,” vol. ii. p. 226.