The Thoughtless Word
by Alexander Afanasyev · from Russian Fairy Tales
Original Story
The Thoughtless Word
Once upon a time an old man lived in a village with his wife, and they
were very poor: they had only one son. And when he grew up, the mother
said to her husband: “It is full time that we secured a wife for our
son.”
“Well, go and see if you can bargain for a wife.”
The old woman went to her neighbour and asked him if her son could marry
his daughter. But the neighbour said, “No!” And she went to the next
peasant, who also declined the honour. And she searched the whole
village, and not a single soul would hear a single word of it. When she
came back she said: “Goodman, I fear our son is born under an unlucky
star!”
“Why?”
“I went through the whole village, and there is nobody who will give me
his daughter.”
“That looks bad!” said the husband. “It will soon be summer, and we
shall not have anybody to help us at the harvest. Woman, go into the
next village, as you may find somebody there.”
The old woman went to the next village, went from one end to the other,
went through all the courtyards and houses of the peasants, but it was
all in vain. Wherever she showed her nose, she was put off. And she came
back home as she had left. “No one wants to be kin with such poor folk
as us!”
“In that case it is no good running oneself off one’s legs. Go and sit
behind the oven.”
But the son was indignant, and asked: “Father, bless me, and I will go
and seek my own fate.”
“Where then will you go?”
“Wherever my eyes lead me!”
So they blessed him and they let him go wherever the four winds blow.
When the boy was on the road, he wept bitterly and spoke to himself: “Am
I then the feeblest man in the world, and no maiden will really have me?
If the Devil would only send me a bride I think I would rake her!”
Suddenly, just as though he had grown out of the earth, an old man came
to meet him. “Good day, doughty youth!”
“Good day, old father!”
“What were you saying just now?”
Then the boy was frightened and did not know what to answer.
“You need not fear me. I will do you no harm, and perhaps I can help you
in your need. Speak out boldly.”
So the boy told him all the truth. “Oh, I am a sorry fellow, and no
maiden will marry me. That is making me angry; and I said in my
indignation that if the Devil himself came and gave me a girl, I would
make her my bride.”
So the old man laughed and said: “I can give you a bride, oh, as many
brides as you like”; and they then came to a lake. “Stand with your back
to the water, and step backwards,” the old man told the boy.
As soon as he had turned round, and had gone four steps, he found
himself under the water, in a white stone palace.[16] All the rooms were
splendidly furnished and finely decorated.
The old man gave him meat and drink, and afterwards showed him twelve
maidens, each of whom was fairer than the others. “Choose which you will
of them. You shall have any of them.”
“It is a difficult choice, grandfather! Let me have till to-morrow to
think of it.”
“Well, you can have until to-morrow,” said the old man, and he took him
into a large room.
The boy lay down to sleep and began to think which he would take.
Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful maiden came in. “Are you
asleep, doughty youth, or not?”
“No, fair maiden, I cannot sleep. I am thinking which is the bride I
shall take.”
“That is the very reason I came to see you, in order to give you
counsel; for, good man, you have become the Devil’s guest. So, listen to
me; if you ever wish to return to the light of day, you must do as I
say. If you do not, you will not leave this place alive.”
“Give me your counsel, fair maiden. I shall not forget it all my life
long.”
“To-morrow the Evil Spirit will show you twelve maidens, one like the
other. You must choose me, and look at me very carefully. There will be
a patch over my right eye; that will be the sign.” And the maiden told
him her story. “Do you know the pope in a neighbouring village? I am his
daughter, and was stolen from his house nine years ago. One day my
father was angry with me and made a hasty wish that the Devil might take
me. I went in front of the house and cried, and the Unholy Spirit soon
snatched me on the spot, carried me here; and I have never left the
place since.”
Next day the old man set the twelve maidens in a row before the boy, and
commanded him to choose one of them. He looked until he had seen the one
with the patch over the right eye, and chose her. The old man was angry,
but he had to give her up. And he therefore mixed the maidens together
and told him to make a second choice. The boy hit on the same one, and
after a third choice he took his fated bride.
“This has been your piece of luck. Now take her home!”
All at once the boy and the maiden found themselves on the bank of the
lake, and they walked backwards until they reached the high road. The
Devil wanted to hunt after them; but all at once the lake vanished, and
there was no trace of the water.
When the boy had taken his bride into the village, he stopped at the
pope’s house. The pope saw her, and sent a servant out and asked what
they desired.
“We are wandering folk, and ask for shelter.”
“I have guests staying here, and my hut would be too small anyhow.”
“But, father!” said the merchants, “wandering folk must be always taken
in: they will not disturb us.”
“Well, come in.”
The boy and the maiden came in, made due greetings, and sat behind, on a
corner of the fire bank.
“Do you know me, father? I am your own daughter!” She told him what had
happened; and they kissed, and embraced, and shed tears of joy.
“Who is he?” said the pope, pointing to the boy.
“That is my own chosen bridegroom, who brought me back to light of day,
but for whom I should have remained beneath for ever!” Thereupon the
fair maiden opened her bag, and there were golden and silver vessels in
it which she had stolen from the devils.
A merchant looked at them and said: “Those are my plate. Once I was
dining with guests, and became rather drunk, quarrelled with my wife,
and I wished them all to the Devil. And since then all my plate has
vanished!”
And this was the truth, for as soon as ever the man mentioned the Devil,
the Evil Spirit appeared on the threshold, gathered up all the gold and
silver plate, and threw skeleton bones down instead.
So the boy got a fine bride, married her, and drove to see his parents.
They had long given him up for dead, and it was no wonder; for he had
been away for three years, although it had seemed to him only
twenty-four hours that he had stayed with the Devil.
Story DNA
Moral
Thoughtless words, especially curses or wishes made in anger, can have unforeseen and powerful consequences, but courage and wit can overcome them.
Plot Summary
A poor young man, frustrated by his inability to find a wife, thoughtlessly wishes the Devil would send him a bride. The Devil appears and takes him to an underwater palace, presenting him with twelve maidens. One of the maidens, a priest's daughter also abducted by a careless curse, secretly advises the boy to choose her. The boy successfully outwits the Devil, escapes with the maiden, and they return to her father, revealing the consequences of thoughtless words. They marry and return to the boy's parents, having overcome their misfortunes.
Themes
Emotional Arc
despair to triumph
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Afanas'ev collected Russian folk tales, often reflecting peasant life, superstitions, and the role of the Orthodox church. The concept of 'thoughtless words' or curses having real power is a common folk belief.
Plot Beats (12)
- An old, poor couple tries to find a wife for their son, but no one in their village or the next will have him.
- The son, feeling indignant and unlucky, decides to seek his own fate and leaves home.
- While weeping and lamenting his fate, the son thoughtlessly wishes the Devil would send him a bride.
- An old man (the Devil) appears, offers him a bride, and leads him to an underwater white stone palace.
- The Devil presents twelve maidens for the boy to choose from, giving him until tomorrow to decide.
- One of the maidens, the pope's daughter, secretly visits the boy and tells him she was also taken by a thoughtless curse and instructs him to choose her by a patch over her right eye.
- The boy successfully identifies and chooses the correct maiden three times, outwitting the Devil.
- The boy and the maiden are transported back to the lake's bank, and the lake vanishes, preventing the Devil from pursuing them.
- They seek shelter at the pope's house, where the maiden reveals herself as his long-lost daughter, stolen by the Devil due to his angry wish.
- The maiden reveals golden and silver vessels she stole from the Devil, which a merchant recognizes as his own, also lost due to a thoughtless curse.
- The Devil appears, takes his stolen goods, and leaves skeleton bones in their place, confirming the power of the curses.
- The boy marries the maiden and returns to his parents, who had given him up for dead after three years, though to him it felt like only a day.
Characters
The Son ★ protagonist
None explicitly mentioned, likely a young, able-bodied man given the context of seeking a wife and working the harvest.
Attire: Simple peasant clothing, appropriate for travel and farm work.
Indignant, determined, somewhat impulsive, grateful.
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A young man in his late teens with short brown hair and bright, determined eyes. He wears a simple but sturdy green tunic over a white shirt, brown leather trousers, and worn leather boots. A leather belt cinches his waist. He stands tall with a confident posture, one hand resting on his hip, gazing forward with a slight, hopeful smile. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Man (Devil) ⚔ antagonist
Appears suddenly, as if grown out of the earth.
Attire: None explicitly mentioned, likely simple, perhaps dark or nondescript clothing.
Deceptive, powerful, manipulative, bound by rules (e.g., giving up the maiden if chosen correctly).
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A sinister elderly man in his seventies with a gaunt, angular face, deep-set piercing red eyes, and a long pointed chin. His skin is pale and weathered with deep wrinkles. He has thin wispy white hair swept back from a high forehead. Two small dark horns peek through his hair. A thin, cruel smile reveals slightly pointed yellowed teeth. He wears an elegant but aged dark crimson velvet coat with black buttons, a high collar, and tattered edges. Beneath it, a charcoal waistcoat over a cream shirt. His long bony fingers are clasped around a gnarled black wooden cane topped with a silver serpent. He stands slightly hunched but with an air of menace, leaning forward with a cunning, calculating expression. His posture suggests quiet power and ancient wisdom twisted toward evil. He has a thin pointed goatee and bushy eyebrows. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Pope's Daughter ◆ supporting
Beautiful, with a distinctive patch over her right eye when in the Devil's realm.
Attire: Initially, likely simple clothing from her time in the Devil's palace; later, implied to be carrying a bag with golden and silver vessels.
Resourceful, intelligent, brave, grateful, loyal.
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A young woman in her late teens with a serene, compassionate expression. She has long, flowing chestnut hair adorned with a simple silver circlet. She wears an elegant yet modest gown of deep burgundy velvet with intricate gold embroidery along the neckline and sleeves, suggesting nobility but not royalty. Her posture is graceful, one hand gently resting on a large, ancient tome bound in leather. She stands in a quiet, sunlit stone cloister with arched windows. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Woman (Mother) ○ minor
None explicitly mentioned, but described as an old woman.
Attire: Simple peasant dress, likely worn and practical.
Concerned, persistent (initially), easily discouraged.
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An elderly woman in her late seventies with deep wrinkles, kind hazel eyes, and a gentle smile. She has silver-gray hair pulled into a soft bun at the nape of her neck. She wears a simple, faded blue cotton dress with a white apron tied at the waist, and a thick knitted shawl draped over her shoulders. Her posture is slightly stooped, with her hands clasped gently in front of her. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Man (Father) ○ minor
None explicitly mentioned, but described as an old man.
Attire: Simple peasant clothing.
Practical, somewhat resigned, loving towards his son.
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An elderly peasant father with a deeply wrinkled face, kind, weary eyes, and a thin white beard. He wears a simple, faded brown tunic, patched trousers, and worn leather boots. His posture is slightly stooped, leaning on a gnarled wooden walking stick. He has a gentle, tired expression, looking forward with quiet dignity. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Pope ○ minor
None explicitly mentioned.
Attire: Clerical attire, appropriate for a village priest.
Initially unwelcoming, but swayed by others' counsel, eventually overjoyed and repentant.
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An elderly man with a kind, weathered face and short white hair, wearing an elaborate white cassock with gold embroidery and a long red velvet cape. He holds a tall golden staff topped with a cross in one hand and has the other hand raised in a gentle blessing. He wears a tall white mitre on his head. His posture is dignified and solemn. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature
The Merchant ○ minor
None explicitly mentioned.
Attire: Clothing befitting a merchant, perhaps slightly better than a peasant.
Observant, honest (in admitting his fault), perhaps a bit boisterous (given his story of getting drunk).
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A middle-aged man with a weathered face and weary eyes, wearing a dusty brown woolen tunic belted at the waist over simple trousers and worn leather boots. He carries a heavy, bulging sack over one shoulder and holds a small wooden chest in his other hand. His hair is thinning and streaked with grey, and he has a short, unkempt beard. His posture is slightly stooped from years of labor, with a tired but shrewd expression. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Old Man's Village Home
A poor home in a village, likely small and humble, with an oven where the old woman is told to sit.
Mood: Humble, poor, initially despairing due to the son's lack of a bride, later joyful.
The initial family discussions about finding a wife for their son, and the son's decision to leave.
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Late afternoon sun slants through a small, grimy window, illuminating dust motes in a cramped, single-room cottage. The low-ceilinged interior is dominated by a large, clay-brick oven built into the wall, its iron door slightly ajar, casting a faint, warm glow onto the worn wooden floor. The walls are rough-hewn timber and daub, stained with soot. A simple, straw-stuffed pallet lies in one corner, and a rickety wooden table holds a few chipped clay pots. The air is still and thick with the scent of old wood and cold ash. The muted light outside suggests an overcast sky, painting the humble scene in shades of grey, brown, and dull orange from the oven's ember. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Road to the Unknown
An unspecified road, where the boy walks alone, weeping bitterly.
Mood: Desolate, despairing, then suddenly eerie and magical with the appearance of the old man.
The boy's journey begins, he expresses his frustration, and encounters the old man (the Devil).
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A winding dirt road disappears into an endless, fog-shrouded twilight landscape. The sky is a deep, bruised purple and grey, with no visible sun or moon. Gnarled, leafless trees with twisted branches line the path, their silhouettes stark against the mist. The road itself is pale and dusty, flanked by patches of withered, dark grass and shadowy, indistinct thickets. The air feels heavy and silent, with a cool, damp atmosphere. The distant horizon is obscured by a thick, rolling fog, creating a profound sense of mystery and melancholy. The lighting is dim and diffuse, casting long, soft shadows. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
White Stone Palace (Under the Lake)
A magnificent palace located under a lake, with splendidly furnished and finely decorated rooms.
Mood: Magical, opulent, but also eerie and dangerous due to the Devil's presence.
The boy chooses his bride from the twelve maidens, guided by the pope's daughter, and outwits the Devil.
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A magnificent white marble palace rests silently at the bottom of a crystal-clear lake. Moonlight filters through the rippling water surface above, casting wavering beams of silver-blue light onto grand archways and intricate, shell-encrusted columns. The vast central hall features polished floors reflecting the glow of bioluminescent algae clinging to the vaulted ceilings, illuminating ornate tapestries and gilded furniture in hues of aquamarine and deep sapphire. Schools of tiny silver fish dart through open doorways into darker, coral-adorned corridors. The atmosphere is one of serene, submerged grandeur, with gentle currents stirring delicate, floating particles of light. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Pope's House
A house in a neighboring village, initially described as a 'hut' by the pope, but large enough to host guests. It has a fire bank.
Mood: Initially unwelcoming, then surprised, and finally joyous and revelatory.
The maiden reveals her identity to her father, the stolen treasures are revealed, and the Devil appears to reclaim his property.
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Evening mist settles over a quaint village of thatched-roof cottages. At the center stands a surprisingly large, sturdy house with thick stone walls and a wide oak door, its warm glow spilling from within. A prominent fire bank, a long mound of smoldering embers, burns brightly in the front yard, casting dancing orange light across the damp cobblestones. The house's roof is intricately thatched, and a plume of woodsmoke curls from a central chimney into the deep blue twilight sky. Surrounding houses are smaller, dark silhouettes against the fading light, their windows dark. The atmosphere is quiet, cozy, and magically rustic. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
