One day a peasant was going by night with pots on his head. He journeyed
on and on, and his horse became tired and came to a spot in front of
God’s acre. The peasant ungirded the horse, set it to graze, but he
could not get any sleep. He lay down and lay down, suddenly the grave
began opening under him, and he felt it and leaped to his feet. Then the
grave opened and the corpse with the coffin lid got out, with his white
shroud on; got out and ran up to the church door, laid the coffin lid at
the gate and himself went into the village.
Now this peasant was a bold fellow: so he took the coffin lid and set it
by his _teléga_, and went to see what would come of it. Very soon the
corpse came back, looked about him and could not find the coffin lid
anywhere, and began to hunt for it. And at last he came up to the
peasant, and said, “Give me my coffin lid, or else I will smash you to
atoms.”
“What are you bragging for?” answered the peasant, “I will break you up
into little bits.”
“Do, please, give it me, dear good man,” asked the corpse.
“Well, I will give it you if you will tell me where you have been and
what you have done.”
“Oh, I have been in the village, and I there slew two young lads!”
“Well, tell me how to revive them.”
The corpse had no choice, so he answered, “Cut off the left lappet from
my shroud and take it with you. When you come to the house where the
lads have died, scatter hot sparks into a pot and put the piece of my
shirt there, then close the door and at the breath of it they will
revive at once.”
So the peasant cut off the left lappet from the shroud and gave him back
the coffin lid. Then the dead man went back into the grave and laid
himself down in it. Then the cocks crowed and he could not lock it down
properly: one corner of the coffin lid would perk upwards. The peasant
noticed all this. Day was breaking, so he yoked his horse and went into
the village.
In a certain house he could hear the sound of lamentation and cries of
grief: he went in there, and two youths lay dead. “Do not weep: I can
revive them.”
“Do revive them, kinsman: half of our goods we will give you,” said the
relations.
So the peasant did as the corpse had told him, and the lads revived. The
parents were delighted, and they seized hold of the peasant, and they
pinioned him with ropes. “Now, doctor, we are going to take you up to
the authorities: if you can revive them it must be you who killed them!”
“What, good Christians! Have some fear for God!” the peasant shrieked:
and he told what he had seen at night.
Soon the news spread through the village, and the people assembled and
rushed up to the cemetery, looked at the grave out of which the corpse
had come, tore it up and dug into the dead man’s heart an oaken stake,
so that he should never rise up and kill folks. And they rewarded the
peasant greatly and led him home with honour.