THE RIDE ON THE GRAVESTONE
A Ghost Story and Folk Tale from Russia
Late one evening a certain artisan happened to be returning
home from a jovial feast in a distant village. There met him
on the way an old friend, one who had been dead some ten
"Good health to you!" said the dead man.
"I wish you good health!" replied the reveller, and straight
way forgot that his acquaintance had ever so long ago bidden
the world farewell.
"Let's go to my house. We'll quaff a cup or two once
"Come along. On such a happy occasion as this meeting
of ours, we may as well have a drink."
They arrived at a dwelling and there they drank and revelled.
"Now then, good-bye! It's time for me to go home," said
"Stay a bit. Where do you want to go now? Spend the night
here with me."
"No, brother! don't ask me; it cannot be. I've business
to do to-morrow, so I must get home as early as possible."
"Well, good-bye! but why should you walk? Better get on
my horse; it will carry you home quickly."
"Thanks! let's have it."
He got on its back, and was carried off--just as a whirlwind
flies! All of a sudden a cock crew. It was awful! All around
were graves, and the rider found he had a gravestone under