Robber groom
Once upon a time, there was a miller who had a very beautiful daughter. As the daughter grew up, the father began to think: "If there is someone who can satisfy me to marry her, I will marry her to him, so that she will have a good home too." Soon a suitor came, looking rich and well-behaved, and the miller agreed to marry his daughter to him. However, the daughter did not love him as much as the bride loved the groom.
One day, he said to her, "You are my fiancée, why don't you come to my house?" The girl said, "I don't know where your house is?" Her fiancé said, "My house is in that dense forest." The girl didn't want to go, and it was not easy to refuse outright, so she had to borrow it and said, "I don't know the way to your house." The fiancé said, "Well! Next Sunday, you must come to see me. I have invited some guests, and they all want to see you. I will scatter some ashes along the road, and you can follow the ashes to find my house when you go into the forest."
On the second Sunday, the girl thought about it and went out, but she always felt very uneasy, so she had an extra mind and put two bags full of peas and broad beans in her two pockets. She came to the edge of the forest, found the way that had been scattered with ashes, and followed the ash trail. But with every step she took, she dropped a bowl of beans on the right side of the road and a broad bean on the left. In this way, it took her all day to reach a house in the dark forest. Entering the house, she found that the whole house was quiet and empty. She was feeling a little panic when a voice suddenly came over: "Turn back, beautiful bride! Turn back home! Get out of this robber's den, get out of here and go home!"
She turned her head and saw that it was a bird singing in a cage hanging above the door.
After the girl heard this, she went in. She found that all the houses were empty. Finally, when she came to the basement, she saw an old woman sitting in it.
The girl opened her mouth and asked, "I'm sorry! Grandma, can you tell me that my fiancé lives here?" The old woman replied, "You have now fallen into the trap they set for you, because the robbers are going to take your life, and if I don't save you, you will die!" After speaking, she hid the girl in a large wooden barrel, and said to her, "Don't move, otherwise, you will be in danger. When the robbers fall asleep, we will run away. I have long wanted to leave here."
As soon as the girl had hidden herself, the robbers came into the house, and they brought another girl, who was also deceived by them. After entering, they began to eat and drink, indifferent to the girl's cries and moans, and poured her three glasses of wine, one white, one red, and one yellow. After drinking, she fell dead. The girl hid behind and began to fear.
The robbers continued to eat and drink, and the old woman took the opportunity to put sleeping pills in their wine. Before long, they all lay down and fell asleep, snoring like thunder. The girl heard the snoring and came out from behind the barrel, and crept over the sleeping bugs, for fear of waking them up. God bless, she quickly got out of danger, walked up the stairs with her wife, and escaped from this murderous den together.
By this time, the ashes scattered along the road had been blown away by the wind, and there were no traces of ashes to be found everywhere, but the peas and broad beans thrown by the girl had taken root and sprouted, just showing them the way to escape. By the moonlight, they walked step by step all night before returning to the mill the next morning, and she told her father all about her experience sadly.
The wedding day came quickly, and the groom came to the bride's house, and the miller invited all his friends and relatives to the wedding. After everyone was seated, a friend suggested that every guest who came should tell a story. When it was the bride's turn to tell, the groom said to the bride, "Hello, my dear, don't you know? It's up to you to tell us the story." The bride replied, "Well, I can tell you a dream I had." Then she recounted everything that had happened in the forest: "Once, I dreamed that I was walking in the forest, walking, walking! After a long walk, I came to an empty house. As soon as I entered the door, a bird in a bird cage hung on the door shouted twice in a row: 'Turn back, beautiful bride! Turn back home! Get out of this robber's den, get out of here and go back home!' - my love, I just dreamed of this. Then, I walked through all the rooms, they were all empty, and finally I came to a basement with an old woman sitting in it. I said to her, 'Does my groom live here?' She replied, 'Oh! My lovely child, you have fallen into a trap they have devised for you, and your groom will surely kill you.' The old woman hid me behind a large wooden barrel, and as soon as I had hidden it, the robbers dragged a girl in. After they filled her with white, red, and yellow wine, she fell to the ground and died. After they had done these bad things, a robber saw a gold ring on the girl's little finger, so he stepped forward and pulled it hard. As a result, the ring flew to the roof, jumped right behind the big wooden barrel where I was hiding, and fell on my skirt. This is the ring! "She said, taking out the ring and showing it to the guests present.
When the robber-groom saw the ring and heard what she said, his face was ashes with fright, and he stood up and tried to run away immediately, but the guests quickly caught him and escorted him to court. He and his gang of mischievous robbers were finally punished.
About the Creator
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