A Russian Fairy Tale Story
In a certain kingdom there lived a Prince Ivan. He had three
sisters. The first was the Princess Marya, the second the Princess
Olga, the third the Princess Anna. When their father and
mother lay at the point of death, they had thus enjoined their
son:--"Give your sisters in marriage to the very first suitors
who come to woo them. Don't go keeping them by you!"
They died and the Prince buried them, and then, to solace his
grief, he went with his sisters into the garden green to stroll.
Suddenly the sky was covered by a black cloud; a terrible storm
"Let us go home, sisters!" he cried.
Hardly had they got into the palace, when the thunder
pealed, the ceiling split open, and into the room where they were,
came flying a falcon bright. The Falcon smote upon the ground,
became a brave youth, and said:
"Hail, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I
have come as a wooer! I wish to propose for your sister, the
"If you find favor in the eyes of my sister, I will not interfere
with her wishes. Let her marry you in God's name!"
The Princess Marya gave her consent; the Falcon married
her and bore her away into his own realm.
Days follow days, hours chase hours; a whole year goes by.
One day Prince Ivan and his two sisters went out to stroll in
the garden green. Again there arose a stormcloud with whirlwind
"Let us go home, sisters!" cried the Prince. Scarcely had
they entered the palace, when the thunder crashed, the roof
burst into a blaze, the ceiling split in twain, and in flew an eagle.
The Eagle smote upon the ground and became a brave youth.
"Hail, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I
have come as a wooer!"
And he asked for the hand of the Princess Olga. Prince
"If you find favor in the eyes of the Princess Olga, then let
her marry you. I will not interfere with her liberty of choice."
The Princess Olga gave her consent and married the Eagle.
The Eagle took her and carried her off to his own kingdom.
Another year went by. Prince Ivan said to his youngest
"Let us go out and stroll in the garden green!"
They strolled about for a time. Again there arose a stormcloud,
with whirlwind and lightning.
"Let us return home, sister!" said he.
They returned home, but they hadn't had time to sit down
when the thunder crashed, the ceiling split open, and in flew
a raven. The Raven smote upon the floor and became a brave
youth. The former youths had been handsome, but this one
was handsomer still.
"Well, Prince Ivan! Before I came as a guest, but now I
have come as a wooer. Give me the Princess Anna to wife."
"I won't interfere with my sister's freedom. If you gain her
affections, let her marry you."
So the Princess Anna married the Raven, and he bore her
away to his own realm. Prince Ivan was left alone. A whole
year he lived without his sisters; then he grew weary, and
"I will set out in search of my sisters."
He got ready for the journey, he rode and rode, and one day
he saw a whole army lying dead on the plain. He cried aloud,
"If there be a living man there, let him make answer! who has
slain this mighty host?"
There replied unto him a living man:
"All this mighty host has been slain by the fair Princess
Prince Ivan rode further on, and came to a white tent, and
forth came to meet him the fair Princess Marya Morevna.
"Hail Prince!" says she, "whither does God send you?
and is it of your free will or against your will?"
Prince Ivan replied, "Not against their will do brave youths
"Well, if your business be not pressing, tarry awhile in my
Thereat was Prince Ivan glad. He spent two nights in the
tent, and he found favor in the eyes of Marya Morevna, and
she married him. The fair Princess, Marya Morevna, carried
him off into her own realm.
They spent some time together, and then the Princess took
it into her head to go a warring. So she handed over all the
housekeeping affairs to Prince Ivan, and gave him these instructions:
"Go about everywhere, keep watch over everything, only do
not venture to look into that closet there."
He couldn't help doing so. The moment Marya Morevna
had gone he rushed to the closet, pulled open the door, and
looked in--there hung Koshchei the Deathless, fettered by
twelve chains. Then Koshchei entreated Prince Ivan, saying,--
"Have pity upon me and give me to drink! Ten years long
have I been here in torment, neither eating or drinking; my
throat is utterly dried up."
The Prince gave him a bucketful of water; he drank it up
and asked for more, saying:
"A single bucket of water will not quench my thirst; give
The Prince gave him a second bucketful. Koshchei drank
it up and asked for a third, and when he had swallowed the
third bucketful, he regained his former strength, gave his chains
a shake, and broke all twelve at once.
"Thanks, Prince Ivan!" cried Koshchei the deathless,
"now you will sooner see your own ears than Marya Morevna!"
and out of the window he flew in the shape of a terrible whirlwind.
And he came up with the fair Princess Marya Morevna
as she was going her way, laid hold of her, and carried her off
home with him. But Prince Ivan wept full sore, and he arrayed
himself and set out a wandering, saying to himself: "Whatever
happens, I will go and look for Marya Morevna!"
One day passed, another day passed: at the dawn of the
third day he saw a wondrous palace, and by the side of the palace
stood an oak, and on the oak sat a falcon bright. Down flew
the Falcon from the oak, smote upon the ground, turned into a
brave youth and cried aloud:
"Ha, dear brother-in-law! how deals the Lord with you?"
Out came running the Princess Marya, joyfully greeted her
brother Ivan, and began enquiring after his health, and telling
him all about herself. The Prince spent three days with them,
then he said:
"I cannot abide with you; I must go in search of my wife
the fair Princess Marya Morevna."
"Hard will it be for you to find her," answered the Falcon.
"At all events leave with us your silver spoon. We will look at
it and remember you." So Prince Ivan left his silver spoon at
the Falcon's, and went on his way again.
On he went one day, on he went another day, and by the
dawn of the third day he saw a palace still grander than the former
one, and hard by the palace stood an oak, and on the oak
sat an eagle. Down flew the eagle from the oak, smote upon
the ground, turned into a brave youth, and cried aloud:
"Rise up, Princess Olga! Hither comes our brother dear!"
The Princess Olga immediately ran to meet him, and began
kissing him and embracing him, asking after his health and telling
him all about herself. With them Prince Ivan stopped three
days; then he said:
"I cannot stay here any longer. I am going to look for my
wife, the fair Princess Marya Morevna."
"Hard will it be for you to find her," replied the Eagle,
"Leave with us a silver fork. We will look at it and remember
He left a silver fork behind, and went his way. He travelled
one day, he travelled two days; at daybreak on the third day he
saw a palace grander than the first two, and near the palace
stood an oak, and on the oak sat a raven. Down flew the Raven
from the oak, smote upon the ground, turned into a brave youth,
and cried aloud:
"Princess Anna, come forth quickly! our brother is coming!"
Out ran the Princess Anna, greeted him joyfully, and began
kissing and embracing him, asking after his health and telling
him all about herself. Prince Ivan stayed with them three days;
then he said:
"Farewell! I am going to look for my wife, the fair Princess
"Hard will it be for you to find her," replied the Raven,
"Anyhow, leave your silver snuff-box with us. We will look at
it and remember you."
The Prince handed over his silver snuff-box, took his leave
and went his way. One day he went, another day he went, and
on the third day he came to where Marya Morevna was. She
caught sight of her love, flung her arms around his neck, burst
into tears, and exclaimed:
"Oh, Prince Ivan! why did you disobey me, and go looking
into the closet and letting out Koshchei the Deathless?"
"Forgive me, Marya Morevna! Remember not the past;
much better fly with me while Koshchei the Deathless is out of
sight. Perhaps he won't catch us."
So they got ready and fled. Now Koshchei was out hunting.
Towards evening he was returning home, when his good steed
stumbled beneath him.
"Why stumblest thou, sorry jade? scentest thou some ill?"
The steed replied:
"Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna."
"Is it possible to catch them?"
"It is possible to sow wheat, to wait till it grows up, to reap
it and thresh it, to grind it to flour, to make five pies of it, to
eat those pies, and then to start in pursuit--and even then to be
Koshchei galloped off and caught up Prince Ivan.
"Now," says he, "this time I will forgive you, in return for
your kindness in giving me water to drink. And a second time
I will forgive you; but the third time beware! I will cut you to
Then he took Marya Morevna from him, and carried her off.
But Prince Ivan sat down on a stone and burst into tears. He
wept and wept--and then returned back again to Marya Morevna.
Now Koshchei the Deathless happened not to be at home.
"Let us fly, Marya Morevna!"
"Ah, Prince Ivan! he will catch us."
"Suppose he does catch us. At all events we shall have
spent an hour or two together."
So they got ready and fled. As Koshchei the Deathless was
returning home, his good steed stumbled beneath him.
"Why stumblest thou, sorry jade? scentest thou some
"Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna."
"Is it possible to catch them?"
"It is possible to sow barley, to wait till it grows up, to reap
it and thresh it, to brew beer, to drink ourselves drunk on it,
to sleep our fill, and then to set off in pursuit--and yet to be in
Koshchei galloped off, caught up Prince Ivan:
"Didn't I tell you that you should not see Marya Morevna
any more than your own ears?"
And he took her away and carried her off home with him.
Prince Ivan was left there alone. He wept and wept; then
he went back again after Marya Morevna. Koshchei happened
to be away from home at that moment.
"Let us fly, Marya Morevna."
"Ah, Prince Ivan! He is sure to catch us and hew you in
"Let him hew away! I cannot live without you."
So they got ready and fled.
Koshchei the Deathless was returning home when his good
steed stumbled beneath him.
"Why stumblest thou? scentest thou any ill?"
"Prince Ivan has come and has carried off Marya Morevna."
Koshchei galloped off, caught Prince Ivan, chopped him into
little pieces, put them in a barrel, smeared it with pitch and
bound it with iron hoops, and flung it into the blue sea. But
Marya Morevna he carried off home.
At that very time, the silver turned black which Prince Ivan
had left with his brothers-in-law.
"Ah!" said they, "the evil is accomplished sure enough!"
Then the Eagle hurried to the blue sea, caught hold of the
barrel, and dragged it ashore; the Falcon flew away for the
Water of Life, and the Raven for the Water of Death.
Afterwards they all three met, broke open the barrel, took out
the remains of Prince Ivan, washed them, and put them together
in fitting order. The Raven sprinkled them with the Water of
Death--the pieces joined together, the body became whole. The
Falcon sprinkled it with the Water of Life--Prince Ivan shuddered,
stood up, and said:
"Ah! what a time I've been sleeping!"
"You'd have gone on sleeping a good deal longer, if it hadn't
been for us," replied his brothers-in-law. "Now come and pay
us a visit."
"Not so, brothers; I shall go and look for Marya Morevna."
And when he had found her, he said to her:
"Find out from Koshchei the Deathless whence he got so
good a steed."
So Marya Morevna chose a favorable moment, and began
asking Koshchei about it. Koshchei replied:
"Beyond thrice nine lands, in the thirtieth kingdom, on the
other side of the fiery river, there lives a Baba Yaga. She has
so good a mare that she flies right round the world on it every
day. And she has many other splendid mares. I watched her
herds for three days without losing a single mare, and in return
for that the Baba Yaga gave me a foal."
"But how did you get across the fiery river?"
"Why, I've a handkerchief of this kind--when I wave it
thrice on the right hand, there springs up a very lofty bridge and
the fire cannot reach it."
Marya Morevna listened to all this, and repeated it to Prince
Ivan, and she carried off the handkerchief and gave it to him.
So he managed to get across the fiery river, and then went on to
the Baba Yaga's. Long went he on without getting anything
either to eat or to drink. At last he came across an outlandish
bird and its young ones. Says Prince Ivan:
"I'll eat one of these chickens."
"Don't eat it, Prince Ivan!" begs the outlandish bird;
"some time or other I'll do you a good turn."
He went on farther and saw a hive of bees in the forest.
"I'll get a bit of honeycomb," says he.
"Don't disturb my honey, Prince Ivan!" exclaims the queen
bee; "some time or other I'll do you a good turn."
So he didn't disturb it, but went on. Presently there met
him a lioness with her cub.
"Anyhow I'll eat this lion cub," says he; "I'm so hungry, I
feel quite unwell!"
"Please let us alone, Prince Ivan," begs the lioness; "some
time or other I'll do you a good turn."
"Very well; have it your own way," says he.
Hungry and faint he wandered on, walked farther and farther
and at last came to where stood the house of the Baba Yaga.
Round the house were set twelve poles in a circle, and on each
of eleven of these poles was stuck a human head, the twelfth
alone remained unoccupied.
"Hail, Prince Ivan! wherefore have you come? Is it of your
own accord, or on compulsion?"
"I have come to earn from you a heroic steed."
"So be it, Prince, you won't have to serve a year with me, but
just three days. If you take good care of my mares, I'll give you
a heroic steed. But if you don't--why then you mustn't be
annoyed at finding your head stuck on top of the last pole up
Prince Ivan agreed to these terms. The Baba Yaga gave
him food and drink, and bid him set about his business. But the
moment he had driven the mares afield, they cocked up their
tails, and away they tore across the meadows in all directions.
Before the Prince had time to look round, they were all out of
sight. Thereupon he began to weep and to disquiet himself, and
then he sat down upon a stone and went to sleep. But when the
sun was near its setting, the outlandish bird came flying up to him,
and awakened him saying:--
"Arise, Prince Ivan! the mares are at home now."
The Prince arose and returned home. There the Baba Yaga
was storming and raging at her mares, and shrieking:--
"Whatever did ye come home for?"
"How could we help coming home?" said they. "There
came flying birds from every part of the world, and all but pecked
our eyes out."
"Well, well! to-morrow don't go galloping over the meadows,
but disperse amid the thick forests."
Prince Ivan slept all night. In the morning the Baba Yaga
says to him:--
"Mind, Prince! if you don't take good care of the mares, if
you lose merely one of them--your bold head will be stuck on
He drove the mares afield. Immediately they cocked up their
tails and dispersed among the thick forests. Again did the
Prince sit down on the stone, weep and weep, and then go to
sleep. The sun went down behind the forest. Up came running
"Arise, Prince Ivan! The mares are all collected."
Prince Ivan arose and went home. More than ever did the
Baba Yaga storm at her mares and shriek:--
"Whatever did ye come back home for?"
"How could we help coming back? Beasts of prey came
running at us from all parts of the world, all but tore us utterly
"Well, to-morrow run off into the blue sea."
Again did Prince Ivan sleep through the night. Next morning
the Baba Yaga sent him forth to watch the mares:
"If you don't take good care of them," says she, "your bold
head will be stuck on that pole!"
He drove the mares afield. Immediately they cocked up
their tails, disappeared from sight, and fled into the blue sea.
There they stood, up to their necks in water. Prince Ivan sat
down on the stone, wept, and fell asleep. But when the sun had
set behind the forest, up came flying a bee and said:--
"Arise, Prince! The mares are all collected. But when
you get home, don't let the Baba Yaga set eyes on you, but go
into the stable and hide behind the mangers. There you will
find a sorry colt rolling in the muck. Do you steal it, and at
the dead of night ride away from the house."
Prince Ivan arose, slipped into the stable, and lay down behind
the mangers, while the Baba Yaga was storming away at
her mares and shrieking:--
"Why did ye come back?"
"How could we help coming back? There came flying bees
in countless numbers from all parts of the world, and began
stinging us on all sides till the blood came!"
The Baba Yaga went to sleep. In the dead of the night
Prince Ivan stole the sorry colt, saddled it, jumped on its back,
and galloped away to the fiery river. When he came to that river
he waved the handkerchief three times on the right hand, and
suddenly, springing goodness knows whence, there hung across
the river, high in the air, a splendid bridge. The Prince rode
across the bridge and waved the handkerchief twice only on the
left hand; there remained across the river a thin--ever so thin
When the Baba Yaga got up in the morning, the sorry colt
was not to be seen! Off she set in pursuit. At full speed did
she fly in her iron mortar, urging it on with the pestle, sweeping
away her traces with the broom. She dashed up to the fiery
river, gave a glance, and said, "A capital bridge!" She drove
on to the bridge, but had only got half-way when the bridge
broke in two, and the Baba Yaga went flop into the river. There
truly did she meet with a cruel death!
Prince Ivan fattened up the colt in the green meadows, and
it turned into a wondrous steed. Then he rode to where Marya
Morevna was. She came running out, and flung herself on his
"By what means has God brought you back to life?"
"Thus and thus," says he. "Now come along with me."
"I am afraid, Prince Ivan! If Koshchei catches us, you will
be cut in pieces again."
"No, he won't catch us! I have a splendid heroic steed now;
it flies just like a bird." So they got on its back and rode
Koshchei the Deathless was returning home when his horse
stumbled beneath him.
"What art thou stumbling for, sorry jade? dost thou scent
"Prince Ivan has come and carried off Marya Morevna."
"Can we catch them?"
"God knows! Prince Ivan has a horse now which is better
"Well, I can't stand it," says Koshchei the Deathless. "I
After a time he came up with Prince Ivan, lighted on the
ground, and was going to chop him up with his sharp sword.
But at that moment Prince Ivan's horse smote Koshchei the
Deathless full swing with its hoof, and cracked his skull, and the
Prince made an end of him with a club. Afterwards the Prince
heaped up a pile of wood, set fire to it, burnt Koshchei the
Deathless on the pyre, and scattered his ashes to the wind.
Then Marya Morevna mounted Koshchei's horse and Prince Ivan
got on his own, and they rode away to visit first the Raven, and
then the Eagle, and then the Falcon. Wherever they went they
met with a joyful greeting.
"Ah, Prince Ivan! why, we never expected to see you again.
Well, it wasn't for nothing that you gave yourself so much trouble.
Such a beauty as Marya Morevna one might search for all the
world over--and never find one like her!"
And so they visited, and they feasted; and afterwards they
went off to their own realm.
With the Baba Yaga, the feminine counterpart of Koshchei and the
Snake, we shall deal presently, and the Waters of Life and Death will
find special notice elsewhere. A magic water, which brings back
the dead to life, plays a prominent part in the folk-lore of all
lands, but the two waters, each performing one part only of the cure,
render very noteworthy the Slavonic stories in which they occur. The
Princess, Marya Morevna, who slaughters whole armies before she is
married, and then becomes mild and gentle, belongs to a class of
heroines who frequently occur both in the stories and in the "metrical
romances," and to whom may be applied the remarks made by Kemble with
reference to a similar Amazon. In one of the variants of the
story the representative of Marya Morevna fights the hero before she
marries him. The Bluebeard incident of the forbidden closet is
one which often occurs in the Skazkas, as we shall see further on; and
the same may be said about the gratitude of the Bird, Bee, and
The story of Immortal Koshchei is one of very frequent occurrence,
the different versions maintaining a unity of idea, but varying
considerably in detail. In one of them, in which Koshchei's part
is played by a Snake, the hero's sisters are carried off by their
feathered admirers without his leave being asked--an omission for
which a full apology is afterwards made; in another, the history of
"Fedor Tugarin and Anastasia the Fair," the hero's three sisters
are wooed and won, not by the Falcon, the Eagle, and the Raven, but by
the Wind, the Hail, and the Thunder. He himself marries the terrible
heroine Anastasia the Fair, in the forbidden chamber of whose palace
he finds a snake "hung up by one of its ribs." He gives it a lift and
it gets free from its hook and flies away, carrying off Anastasia the
Fair. Fedor eventually finds her, escapes with her on a magic foal
which he obtains, thanks to the aid of grateful wolves, bees, and
crayfish, and destroys the snake by striking it "on the forehead" with
the stone which was destined to be its death. In a third version of
the story, the hero finds in the forbidden chamber "Koshchei the
Deathless, in a cauldron amid flames, boiling in pitch." There he has
been, he declares, for fifteen years, having been lured there by the
beauty of Anastasia the Fair. In a fourth, in which the hero's
three sisters marry three beggars, who turn out to be snakes with
twenty, thirty, and forty heads apiece, Koshchei is found in the
forbidden chamber, seated on a horse which is chained to a cauldron.
He begs the hero to unloose the horse, promising, in return, to save
him from three deaths.
[Into the mystery of the forbidden chamber I will not
enter fully at present. Suffice to say that there can
be little doubt as to its being the same as that in
which Bluebeard kept the corpses of his dead wives. In
the Russian, as well as in the Oriental stories, it is
generally the curiosity of a man, not of a woman,
which leads to the opening of the prohibited room. In
the West of Europe the fatal inquisitiveness is more
frequently ascribed to a woman. For parallels see the
German stories of "Marienkind," and "Fitchers Vogel."
(Grimm, _KM._, Nos. 3 and 46, also the notes in Bd.
iii. pp. 8, 76, 324.) Less familiar than these is,
probably, the story of "Die eisernen Stiefel" (Wolf's
"Deutsche Hausmaerchen," 1851, No. 19), in which the
hero opens a forbidden door--that of a
summer-house--and sees "deep down below him the earth,
and on the earth his father's palace," and is seized
by a sudden longing after his former home. The
Wallachian story of "The Immured Mother" (Schott, No.
2) resembles Grimm's "Marienkind" in many points. But
its forbidden chamber differs from that of the German
tale. In the latter the rash intruder sees "die
Dreieinigkeit im Feuer und Glanz sitzen;" in the
former, "the Holy Mother of God healing the wounds of
her Son, the Lord Christ." In the Neapolitan story of
"Le tre Corune" (Pentamerone, No. 36), the forbidden
chamber contains "three maidens, clothed all in gold,
sitting and seeming to slumber upon as many thrones"
(Liebrecht's translation, ii. 76). The Esthonian tale
of the "Wife-murderer" (Loewe's "Ehstnische Maerchen,"
No. 20) is remarkably--not to say suspiciously--like
that French story of Blue Beard which has so often
made our young blood run cold. Sister Anne is
represented, and so are the rescuing brothers, the
latter in the person of the heroine's old friend and
playmate, Toennis the goose-herd. Several very curious
Gaelic versions of the story are given by Mr. Campbell
("Tales of the West Highlands," No. 41, ii. 265-275).
Two of the three daughters of a poor widow look into a
forbidden chamber, find it "full of dead gentlewomen,"
get stained knee-deep in blood, and refuse to give a
drop of milk to a cat which offers its services. So
their heads are chopped off. The third daughter makes
friends with the cat, which licks off the tell-tale
blood, so she escapes detection. In a Greek story
(Hahn, ii. p. 197) the hero discovers in the
one-and-fortieth room of a castle belonging to a
Drakos, who had given him leave to enter forty only, a
magic horse, and before the door of the room he finds
a pool of gold in which he becomes gilded. In another
(Hahn, No. 15) a prince finds in the forbidden
fortieth a lake in which fairies of the swan-maiden
species are bathing. In a third (No. 45) the fortieth
room contains a golden horse and a golden dog which
assist their bold releaser. In a fourth (No. 68) it
imprisons "a fair maiden, shining like the sun," whom
the demon proprietor of the castle has hung up within
it by her hair.
As usual, all these stories are hard to understand.
But one of the most important of their Oriental
equivalents is perfectly intelligible. When Saktideva,
in the fifth book of the "Kathasaritsagara," comes
after long travel to the Golden City, and is welcomed
as her destined husband by its princess, she warns him
not to ascend the central terrace of her palace. Of
course he does so, and finds three chambers, in each
of which lies the lifeless form of a fair maiden.
After gazing at these seeming corpses, in one of which
he recognizes his first love, he approaches a horse
which is grazing beside a lake. The horse kicks him
into the water; he sinks deep--and comes up again in
his native land. The whole of the story is, towards
its termination, fully explained by one of its
principal characters--one of the four maidens whom
Saktideva simultaneously marries. With the version of
this romance in the "Arabian Nights" ("History of the
Third Royal Mendicant," Lane, i. 160-173), everyone is
doubtless acquainted. A less familiar story is that of
Kandarpaketu, in the second book of the "Hitopadesa,"
who lives happily for a time as the husband of the
beautiful semi-divine queen of the Golden City. At
last, contrary to her express commands, he ventures to
touch a picture of a Vidyadhari. In an instant the
pictured demigoddess gives him a kick which sends him
flying back into his own country.
For an explanation of the myth which lies at the root
of all these stories, see Cox's "Mythology of the
Aryan Nations," ii. 36, 330. See also Professor de
Gubernatis's "Zoological Mythology," i. 168.]
We will now take one of those versions of the story which describe how
Koshchei's death is brought about by the destruction of that
extraneous object on which his existence depends. The incident is one
which occupies a prominent place in the stories of this class current
in all parts of Europe and Asia, and its result is almost always the
same. But the means by which that result is brought about differ
considerably in different lands. In the Russian tales the "death" of
the Evil Being with whom the hero contends--the substance, namely, the
destruction of which involves his death--is usually the last of a
sequence of objects either identical with, or closely resembling,
those mentioned in the following story of--