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Russian Fairy Tales
A Choice Collection of Muscovite Folk-lore

written by "Ralston, William Ralston Shedden, 1828-1889"
...ple as soon as possible.” Off he set. His road lay in front of a graveyard. On one of the graves he saw a great fire blazing. “What’s that?” thinks he. “Let’s have a look.” When he drew near, he saw that the Warlock was sitting by the fire, sewing boots. “Hail, brother!” calls out the Soldier. The Warlock looked up and said: “What have you come here for?” “Why, I wanted to see what you’re doing.” The Warlock threw his work aside and invited the Soldier to a wedding. “Come along, brother,” says he, “let’s enjoy ourselves. There’s a wedding going on in the village.” “Come along!” says the Soldier. They came to where the wedding was; there they were given drink, and treated with the utmost hospitality. The Warlock drank and drank, revelled and revelled, and then grew angry. He chased all the guests and relatives out of the house, threw the wedded pair into a slumber, took out two phials and an awl, pierced the hands of the bride and bridegroom with the awl, and began drawing off their blood. Having done this, he said to the Soldier: “Now let’s be off.” Well, they went off. On the way the Soldier said: “Tell me; why did you draw off their blood in those phials?” “Why, in order that the bride and bridegroom might die. To-morrow morning no one will be able to wake them. I alone know how to bring them back to life.” “How’s that managed?” “The bride and bridegroom must have cuts made in their [Pg 320] heels, and some of their own blood must then be poured back into those wounds. I’ve got the bridegroom’s blood stowed away in my right-hand pocket, and the bride’s in my left.” The Soldier listened to this without letting a single word escape him. Then the Warlock began boasting again. ...

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