The Miser

The Miser

THE MISER.[58]

There once was a rich merchant named Marko--a stingier fellow

never lived! One day he went out for a stroll. As he went

along the road he saw a beggar--an old man, who sat there asking

for alms--"Please to give, O ye Orthodox, for Christ's

sake!"

Marko the Rich passed by. Just at that time there came up

behind him a poor moujik, who felt sorry for the beggar, and gave

him a copeck. The rich man seemed to feel ashamed, for he

stopped and said to the moujik:

"Harkye, neighbor, lend me a copeck. I want to give that

poor man something, but I've no small change."

The moujik gave him one, and asked when he should come

for his money. "Come to-morrow," was the reply. Well next

day the poor man went to the rich man's to get his copeck. He

entered his spacious courtyard and asked:

"Is Marko the Rich at home?"

"Yes. What do you want?" replied Marko.

"I've come for my copeck."

"Ah, brother! come again. Really I've no change just now."

The poor man made his bow and went away.

"I'll come to-morrow," said he.

On the morrow he came again, but it was just the same story

as before.

"I haven't a single copper. If you like to change me a note

for a hundred--No? well then come again in a fortnight."

At the end of the fortnight the poor man came again, but

Marko the Rich saw him from the window, and said to his wife:

"Harkye, wife! I'll strip myself naked and lie down under

the holy pictures. Cover me up with a cloth, and sit down and

cry, just as you would over a corpse. When the moujik comes

for his money, tell him I died this morning."

Well the wife did everything exactly as her husband directed

her. While she was sitting there drowned in bitter tears, the

moujik came into the room.

"What do you want?" says she.

"The money Marko the Rich owes me," answers the poor

man.

"Ah, moujik, Marko the Rich has wished us farewell;[59] he's

only just dead."

"The kingdom of heaven be his! If you'll allow me, mistress,

in return for my copeck I'll do him a last service--just

give his mortal remains a wash."

So saying he laid hold of a pot full of boiling water and began

pouring its scalding contents over Marko the Rich. Marko, his

brows knit, his legs contorted, was scarcely able to hold out.[60]

"Writhe away or not as you please," thought the poor man,

"but pay me my copeck!"

When he had washed the body, and laid it out properly, he

said:

"Now then, mistress, buy a coffin and have it taken into the

church; I'll go and read psalms over it."

So Marko the Rich was put in a coffin and taken into the

church, and the moujik began reading psalms over him. The

darkness of night came on. All of a sudden a window opened,

and a party of robbers crept through it into the church. The

moujik hid himself behind the altar. As soon as the robbers had

come in they began dividing their booty, and after everything

else was shared there remained over and above a golden sabre--each

one laid hold of it for himself, no one would give up his

claim to it. Out jumped the poor man, crying:

"What's the good of disputing that way? Let the sabre

belong to him who will cut this corpse's head off!"

Up jumped Marko the Rich like a madman. The robbers

were frightened out of their wits, flung away their spoil and

scampered off.

"Here, Moujik," says Marko, "let's divide the money."

They divided it equally between them: each of the shares

was a large one.

"But how about the copeck?" asks the poor man.

"Ah, brother!" replies Marko, "surely you can see I've got

no change!"

And so Marko the Rich never paid the copeck after all.

We may take next the large class of stories about simpletons, so dear

to the public in all parts of the world. In the Skazkas a simpleton is

known as a duràk, a word which admits of a variety of explanations.

Sometimes it means an idiot, sometimes a fool in the sense of a

jester. In the stories of village life its signification is generally

that of a "ninny;" in the "fairy stories" it is frequently applied to

the youngest of the well-known "Three Brothers," the "Boots" of the

family as Dr. Dasent has called him. In the latter case, of course,

the hero's durachestvo, or foolishness, is purely subjective. It

exists only in the false conceptions of his character which his family

or his neighbors have formed.[61] But the duràk of the following

tale is represented as being really "daft." The story begins with one

of the conventional openings of the Skazka--"In a certain tsarstvo,

in a certain gosudarstvo,"--but the two synonyms for "kingdom" or

"state" are used only because they rhyme.