Emelian was a labourer and worked for a master. He was walking through a
field one day on his way to work, when a frog hopped in front of him and
he just missed crushing it by stepping across. Suddenly some one called
to him from behind. He turned, and there stood a beautiful maiden, who
said to him, “Why don’t you marry, Emelian?”
“How can I, dear maiden? I possess nothing but the clothes I stand up
in, and who would have a husband like that?”
“Marry me,” the maiden said.
Emelian looked at her in admiration.
“I would with pleasure,” he said, “but how should we live?”
“What a thing to trouble about,
[Illustration: EMELIAN AND THE EMPTY DRUM.]
indeed!” the maiden said. “One has only to work the more and sleep the
less and one can always be clothed and fed.”
“Very well; let us marry, then,” Emelian said. “Where shall we live?”
“In the town.”
Emelian and the maiden went to the town. She took him to a little house
on the very edge and they married and set up housekeeping.
One day the King went for a drive beyond the town, and when passing
Emelian’s gate, Emelian’s wife came out to look at him. When the King
saw her he marvelled.
“What a beauty!” he thought. He stopped the carriage and called her to
him.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Emelian the peasant’s wife.”
“How came a beauty like you to marry a peasant?” he asked. “You should
have been a queen.”
“Thank you for your kind words,” she said; “a peasant husband is good
enough for me.”
The King talked to her a while and went on his way. When he returned to
the palace Emelian’s wife did not go out of his head for a moment. The
whole night he could not sleep and kept on thinking how he could take
her away from Emelian, but no possible way occurred to him. He summoned
his servants and asked them to think of a way.
And the servants said to him, “Get Emelian to come and be a labourer in
the palace. We will wear him out with work, then his wife will become a
widow and you can have her.”
The King followed their advice. He sent a messenger to tell Emelian that
he was to come and be a yard-porter in the palace and bring his wife to
live with him there.
The messenger came to Emelian and repeated the King’s words. And
Emelian’s wife said to her husband, “It can’t be helped; you must go.
You can work there in the day and return to me at night.”
Emelian went away. When he came to the palace the King’s steward said to
him, “Why have you come without your wife?”
“Why should I drag her about with me? She has a home of her own.”
In the King’s yard Emelian was given enough work for two men. Emelian
set about it, not expecting to get it all finished, but behold! before
evening came it was all done. The steward, seeing that he had got
through the work, gave him four times as much for the morrow.
Emelian went home. The house was scrubbed and cleaned, the fire lighted,
the bread baked, the supper cooked. His wife was sitting at the table
sewing, waiting for him. She flew to the door to meet him, then laid the
supper and fed him well; afterwards she began to ask him about his work.
“It’s rather bad,” he said; “they set me tasks beyond my strength; they
wear me out with too much work.”
“Don’t you think about the work,” she said, “don’t look back to see how
much you have done, nor look ahead to see how much there is left. Just
keep straight on and all will be done in time.”
Emelian went to bed. In the morning he again set out to the palace. He
began his work and did not look round once, and behold! by evening it
was all finished; he went home when it was still light.
Again they increased Emelian’s work, but Emelian finished it all in time
and went home for the night as usual. A week passed. The King’s servants
saw that they could not get the better of Emelian by giving him rough
work so they gave him difficult work instead, but even that did not
help. No matter what they set him to do--carpentering, stone-cutting,
thatching--he got everything done in time and went home for the night to
his wife. Another week passed.
The King summoned his servants and said, “Is it for nothing that I keep
you? Two weeks have passed and still I do not see the fruits of your
work. You promised to wear Emelian out with work and each night from my
window I see him going home singing to himself. Are you making sport of
me, eh?”
The King’s servants began to excuse themselves. “We are doing the best
we can. We thought at first to wear him out with rough work, but you
can’t get him anyhow. We set him all kinds of tasks, such as sweeping,
but he doesn’t know what it means to be tired. Then we gave him
difficult work, thinking that he wouldn’t have brains enough to do it,
yet still, we couldn’t get the better of him. No matter what the work,
he tackles it and gets it all done in time. He must either be
extraordinarily strong or his wife must be a witch. We are sick of him
ourselves. We want to set him such a task that he cannot possibly do. We
thought of asking him to build a temple in a single day. You must send
for him and command him to build a temple opposite the palace in a
single day, and if he fails to do it, we can cut off his head for
disobedience.”
The King sent for Emelian.
“Build me a new temple in the square opposite the palace; by to-morrow
evening it must all be finished. If you do it, I will reward you; if
not, I will cut off your head.”
Emelian listened to the King’s words; then turned and went his way home.
When he got there he said to his wife, “Make yourself ready, wife; we
must run away or else we are both lost.”
“Why,” she said, “have you grown so faint-hearted that you want to run
away?”
“How can I help it when the King commanded me to build a temple
to-morrow before nightfall? If I fail to do it, he will have my head cut
off. There is only one way out. We must run away while there is yet
time.”
The wife did not approve of his words.
“The King has many soldiers; we shall not be able to escape them. And
while you have strength enough you must obey the King’s command.”
“But how can I obey if it’s beyond my strength?”
“My dear, don’t get excited. Have your supper and go to bed; get up
early in the morning and you’ll manage in good time.”
Emelian went to bed. His wife woke him in the morning.
“Go,” she said; “make haste and finish the temple. Here are nails and a
hammer. There is still a day’s work for you left to do.”
Emelian set out. When he came to the square, there in the middle stood a
new temple not quite finished. Emelian set to work to finish it and by
the evening it was all done.
The King awoke and looking out of the palace window he saw a new temple
in the square. Emelian was busy around, knocking a nail in here and
there. The King was not pleased with the temple; he was annoyed that he
had no pretext for cutting off Emelian’s head and taking his wife for
himself.
Again the King summoned his servants.
“Emelian has done this task too,” he said, “and I have no reason for
cutting off his head. This was not difficult enough; we must give him
something more difficult still. You decide what it shall be, or else
I’ll have your heads cut off first.”
And the servants bethought them to set Emelian to make a river that was
to wind round the palace and have ships sailing on it.
The King summoned Emelian and set him the new task.
“If you could make a temple in a single night,” he said, “you can do
this too. See that it is all finished by to-morrow, or else I shall cut
off your head.”
Emelian’s spirits fell lower than ever and he went home to his wife in a
sad mood.
“Why so sad?” asked his wife. “Has the King set you a new task?”
Emelian told her what it was.
“We must run away,” he concluded.
And the wife said, “We cannot escape the soldiers. You must obey.”
“But how can I?”
“My dear, don’t worry. Have your supper and go to bed. Get up early in
the morning and all will be ready in time.”
Emelian went to bed. In the morning his wife woke him.
“Go to the palace,” she said; “everything is finished. Only by the
harbour, opposite the palace, there is a little mound that wants
levelling; take the spade and level it.”
Emelian set out. He came to the town and there around the palace a river
flowed with ships sailing on it. Emelian went up to the harbour opposite
the palace and he saw an uneven place and began to level it.
The King awoke and looking out of his palace window he saw a river where
there was not one before and ships were sailing on it and Emelian was
levelling a little mound with his spade. And the King was alarmed. He
took no pleasure in the river or the ships, he was only annoyed that he
could not cut off Emelian’s head. “There is no task he cannot do,” he
thought. “What shall we do now?”
And the King summoned his servants and conferred with them.
“Think of a task,” he said, “that will be beyond Emelian’s strength, for
so far he has done everything we have thought of and I cannot take away
his wife.”
And the courtiers thought for a long time, then came to the King and
said, “You must summon Emelian and say to him, ‘Go to--I don’t know
where, and bring me--I don’t know what.’ He won’t be able to escape you
then, for wherever he goes you can say it was not the right place and
whatever he brings was not the right thing. Then you can cut off his
head and take away his wife.”
The King was pleased with the idea. He sent for Emelian and said to him,
“Go to--I don’t know where, and bring me--I don’t know what. And if you
don’t, I’ll cut off your head.”
Emelian went back to his wife and told her what the King had said. The
wife reflected.
“Well,” she said. “Be it on the King’s own head what his courtiers have
taught him. We must act with cunning now.”
She sat and thought it over for a while; then said to her husband, “You
must go a long way to our old grandmother, a peasant soldier’s mother,
and ask her to help you. She will give you something which you must take
straight to the palace and I will be there already. I cannot escape them
now; they will take me by force, but only for a short while. If you do
what grandmother tells you, you will soon set me free.”
And the wife prepared Emelian for the journey and gave him a bundle and
a spindle.
“Give grandmother this spindle,” she said; “by this she will know that
you are my husband.”
And the wife showed him the way. Emelian left the town and saw some
soldiers drilling. He stopped and watched them. The soldiers finished
their drill and sat down to rest. Emelian approached them and asked,
“Can you tell me, mates, how to get to--I don’t know where and bring
back--I don’t know what.”
The soldiers were perplexed at his words.
“Who sent you?” they asked.
“The King,” he said.
“We too,” they said, “since the day we became soldiers want to go to--we
don’t know where and find--we don’t know what, but we’ve never been able
to find it and so cannot help you.”
Emelian sat with the soldiers awhile then went on his way. He wandered
and wandered till he came to a wood. In the wood was a cottage and in
the cottage sat an old woman, a peasant soldier’s mother, spinning at
her wheel, and she wept as she spun and moistened her fingers with the
tears that flowed from her eyes.
“Who are you?” she cried in anger when she saw Emelian.
Emelian gave her the spindle and said that his wife had sent him. The
old woman instantly softened and began to ask him questions. And Emelian
told her his whole story of how he had married the maiden and gone to
live in the town, and how he had been taken to the King’s as a
yard-porter, and of the work he had done in the palace, and the temple
he had built in a night, and the river and ships he had made, and that
now the King had sent him to--I don’t know where to bring back--I don’t
know what.
The old woman listened to what he had to say and ceased her weeping. She
began to mutter to herself, “The time has come, I see. Very well,” she
said aloud; “sit down, my son, and have something to eat.”
Emelian had something to eat and the old woman said to him, “Here is a
ball of thread; roll it before you and follow wherever it leads. You
will have to go a long way, to the very sea. When you come to the sea
you will see a large town. Ask to be allowed to stay the night in the
outermost house and look for what you want there.”
“But by what signs shall I know it, grandmother?”
“When you see that which men listen to more than to father or mother,
that will be the thing you want. Seize it and take it to the King. He
will tell you you haven’t brought the right thing, and you must say to
him, ‘If it is not the right thing then I must break it.’ Then strike
this thing; carry it out to the river; break it and throw it into the
water. Then you will get back your wife and dry up my tears.”
Emelian took leave of the grandmother and went where the ball of thread
took him to. The ball rolled and rolled till it brought him to the sea,
where there was a large town. Emelian knocked at a house and asked to be
allowed to stay the night. The people let him in. He went to bed. In the
morning he woke early and heard the father of the house trying to wake
his son to chop some wood. The son would not listen to him. “It is early
yet,” he said, “there’s plenty of time.”
And he heard the mother near the stove say, “Do go, my son. Your
father’s bones ache; surely you wouldn’t let him go? Get up.”
The son only smacked his lips and went to sleep again. He had no sooner
fallen asleep than there was a banging and a rumbling in the street. The
son jumped up, dressed and ran out. Emelian ran out after him to see
what it was that a son obeyed more than father or mother.
When Emelian got outside he saw a man coming up the street carrying some
round object on his belly that he was beating with sticks. It was this
thing that had made the noise and that the son had obeyed. Emelian
approached and examined it. The thing was round like a small tub with
skin drawn tightly on either side of it.
“What is this thing called?” he asked.
“A drum,” they said.
“Is it empty?”
“Yes,” they said.
Emelian wondered and asked the people to give him the thing, but they
would not. Emelian gave up asking and followed the drummer. He walked
about the whole day and when the drummer went to bed at night, Emelian
seized the drum and ran away with it. He ran and ran until he came to
his own town. He wanted to give his wife a surprise, but she was not at
home. She had been taken to the King the day after Emelian had left.
Emelian went to the palace and asked to be announced as the man who had
gone to--I don’t know where and brought back--I don’t know what. The
King was informed of his return and he ordered Emelian to come to him on
the morrow. Emelian again demanded to see the King, saying, “I have
brought back what I was ordered to; let the King come out to me, or I
will go in to him myself.”
The King came out.
“Where have you been?” he asked.
Emelian told him.
“That was not the place,” he said. “And what have you brought?”
Emelian wanted to show him, but the King would not even look.
“That was not the thing,” he said.
“If it is not the thing,” Emelian said, “I must break it and let it go
to the devil.”
Emelian came out of the palace and struck the drum. He had no sooner
done so than all the King’s troops gathered around him. They saluted
Emelian and waited for his commands. From the window of his palace the
King called to the troops, forbidding them to follow Emelian, but the
troops would not listen to the King and followed Emelian. When the King
saw this he ordered Emelian’s wife to be given back to him and he begged
Emelian to give him the drum.
“I can’t,” Emelian said. “I was told to break it and throw the bits into
the river.”
Emelian took the drum to the river and the soldiers followed him.
Emelian struck the drum and broke it into little bits which he threw
into the water and the troops all scattered and dispersed. And Emelian
took his wife back home.
From that day the King left off worrying him and Emelian and his wife
lived happily ever after.