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Week 15 Reading Notes: Russian Fairy Tales, Part B, "The Soldier and the Vampire"


  • "The Soldier and the Vampire"
    • a soldier goes to his native village on furlough
    • stops at his friend the miller's house to visit
      • drinks into the late evening - the sun had set
      • the miller begs him to stay the night so that he does not run into trouble on the way to the village in the dark
      • the soldier refuses and asks why the miller is so worried
      • the miller tells him a great warlock has died and comes back to life after sundown and wreaks havoc
      • the soldier leaves anyway
    • on the way to the village, he sees the warlock near a fire at the foot of his grave sewing boots
      • the soldier stops and asks the warlock what he is doing
      • the warlock asks the soldier why he has come
      • the soldier says to see what he is doing
      • the warlock then invites him to a wedding in the village
    • when they arrive at the wedding the warlock revels and is merry
    • after a while, the warlock becomes angry and chases everyone away
    • he then draws blood into vials from the bride and groom's palms
      • they appear dead
      • the warlock says only he can bring them back
      • explains the process to the soldier
    • then explains the only way that he can be killed 
      • burned on a pyre of 100 aspen boughs 
      • when he is burned he will burst into many creatures such as snakes and maggots
      • every creature must be caught and thrown onto the pyre or else he will survive 
        • even if one lonely maggot escapes
      • the soldier does not forget a word the warlock says
    • when the soldier and the warlock return to the grave the warlock says he must now kill the soldier because he knows all of his secrets
      • they fight until sunrise
      • the warlock drops to the ground "dead"
      • the soldier goes to town and revives the wedded couple and is rewarded by their families
      • then calls for people to bring 100 boughs of aspen and throws the warlock on the pyre
      • the villagers watch the fire and through any creature back on the pyre that escapes from the warlock's body
      • the soldier returns to the army with money in his pockets but eventually retires wealthy and happy
  • Storytelling notes: I might take this story and turn it into a more well-known type of vampire lore. Instead of a warlock, I may have the creature be a more traditional vampire that feeds on blood and terrorizes the village. Or, I may turn the perspective around and make the vampire a misunderstood hero. 
  • Bibliography: Russian Fairy Tales by W. R. S. Ralston (1887).
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(Upir - A Type of Russian Vampire - Warriors of Myth Wiki)

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