The Two Corpses

by W. R. S. Ralston · from Russian Folk Tales

folk tale cautionary tale dark Ages 8-14 317 words 2 min read
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Original Story 317 words · 2 min read

The Two Corpses

THE TWO CORPSES.[409]

A soldier had obtained leave to go home on furlough--to pray

to the holy images, and to bow down before his parents. And

as he was going his way, at a time when the sun had long set,

and all was dark around, it chanced that he had to pass by a

graveyard. Just then he heard that some one was running after

him, and crying:

"Stop! you can't escape!"

He looked back and there was a corpse running and gnashing

its teeth. The Soldier sprang on one side with all his

might to get away from it, caught sight of a little chapel,[410] and

bolted straight into it.

There wasn't a soul in the chapel, but stretched out on a

table there lay another corpse, with tapers burning in front of

it. The Soldier hid himself in a corner, and remained there,

hardly knowing whether he was alive or dead, but waiting to see

what would happen. Presently up ran the first corpse--the one

that had chased the Soldier--and dashed into the chapel. Thereupon

the one that was lying on the table jumped up, and cried

to it:

"What hast thou come here for?"

"I've chased a soldier in here, so I'm going to eat him."

"Come now, brother! he's run into my house. I shall eat

him myself."

"No, I shall!"

"No, I shall!"

And they set to work fighting; the dust flew like anything.

They'd have gone on fighting ever so much longer, only the

cocks began to crow. Then both the corpses fell lifeless to

the ground, and the Soldier went on his way homeward in peace,

saying:

"Glory be to Thee, O Lord! I am saved from the wizards!"

Even the possession of arms and the presence of a dog will not always,

it seems, render a man secure from this terrible species of

cut-throat.


Story DNA folk tale · dark

Moral

Even in the face of overwhelming supernatural danger, unexpected circumstances or divine intervention can lead to salvation.

Plot Summary

A soldier, traveling home at night, is chased by a reanimated corpse from a graveyard. He takes refuge in a chapel, only to find another corpse already inside. The two corpses then argue and fight over who gets to eat the soldier, but their battle is abruptly ended by the crowing of cocks at dawn, causing them both to fall lifeless. The soldier, saved by this unexpected turn of events, continues his journey home in peace.

Themes

divine interventionfear and survivalthe supernaturalunexpected salvation

Emotional Arc

fear to relief

Writing Style

Voice: third person omniscient
Pacing: brisk
Descriptive: sparse

Narrative Elements

Conflict: person vs supernatural
Ending: happy
Magic: reanimated corpses, supernatural strength of corpses, the effect of cock-crowing on supernatural beings
graveyard (place of danger)chapel (place of unexpected refuge/sanctuary)cock-crow (symbol of dawn, end of supernatural power)

Cultural Context

Origin: Russian
Era: timeless fairy tale

Ralston's collection 'Russian Folk Tales' (1873) compiled stories from various Russian sources, reflecting common peasant beliefs and superstitions of the time.

Plot Beats (11)

  1. A soldier is on furlough, returning home to his parents.
  2. He travels at night and passes by a graveyard.
  3. A corpse emerges from the graveyard and chases him, threatening to eat him.
  4. The soldier flees in terror and finds refuge in a small, deserted chapel.
  5. Inside the chapel, he sees another corpse laid out on a table with tapers burning.
  6. The chasing corpse enters the chapel and confronts the corpse on the table.
  7. The two corpses argue vehemently, each claiming the right to eat the soldier.
  8. They begin to fight violently, creating a great commotion.
  9. Cocks begin to crow, signaling the approach of dawn.
  10. Both corpses immediately fall lifeless to the ground.
  11. The soldier, relieved and grateful, continues his journey home in peace, attributing his salvation to divine intervention.

Characters 3 characters

The Soldier ★ protagonist

human adult male

Implied to be physically capable, able to run and spring aside quickly.

Attire: Military uniform, appropriate for a soldier on furlough in the given period.

A soldier's uniform, running in terror.

Fearful, quick-thinking, pious, relieved.

Image Prompt & Upload
A young adult soldier in a traditional bright red uniform with brass buttons, dark trousers, and polished black boots. He stands at attention with a straight posture, one hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword at his hip. His expression is determined and hopeful, with short brown hair neatly combed. The uniform is clean and well-fitted, suggesting readiness for a journey. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.

First Corpse ⚔ antagonist

magical creature ageless unknown

A reanimated dead body, capable of running and gnashing teeth.

Attire: Implied burial shrouds or tattered clothing.

A reanimated corpse with gnashing teeth, chasing someone.

Aggressive, predatory, persistent, argumentative.

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An ancient, gaunt figure with hollow, glowing eyes and ashen, cracked skin. Dressed in the tattered, rotting remnants of a royal burial shroud, adorned with tarnished, dark metal clasps. The posture is predatory, leaning forward with one bony hand outstretched, fingers curled like claws. Expression is a silent, eternal snarl of malice. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.

Second Corpse ⚔ antagonist

magical creature ageless unknown

A reanimated dead body, initially lying on a table, capable of jumping up and fighting.

Attire: Implied burial shrouds or tattered clothing, lying on a table with tapers burning around it.

A reanimated corpse rising from a table surrounded by burning tapers.

Possessive, aggressive, argumentative.

Image Prompt & Upload
A gaunt, skeletal figure with hollow, shadowed eyes and bone-white skin stretched tight over sharp cheekbones. Long, greasy black hair hangs in tangled strands around a face twisted into a cruel, knowing smirk. Dressed in tattered, dark grey robes that are frayed and moth-eaten, with sleeves that hang past bony, claw-like fingers. The posture is rigid and unnaturally upright, one hand raised with fingers curled into a threatening gesture. The overall atmosphere is one of decay and ancient malice. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations 2 locations
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Graveyard Path

outdoor night Implied clear night, no specific season

A dark path leading through a graveyard, with the sun long set and all around dark.

Mood: Eerie, frightening, desolate

The soldier is chased by the first corpse.

path graveyard darkness
Image Prompt & Upload
A narrow, overgrown stone path winds through an ancient graveyard under a moonless, starless night sky. The air is thick with a cold, low-lying mist that clings to the ground, swirling around weathered, crooked tombstones and leaning iron fences. Gnarled, leafless trees with twisted branches claw at the dark sky, their silhouettes stark against the deep indigo and charcoal gray clouds. The only light is a faint, eerie phosphorescence from moss and fungi growing on the stones, casting a weak, ghostly green glow on the damp earth and gravel path. The atmosphere is profoundly silent, still, and heavy with forgotten time. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
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Little Chapel

indoor night Implied clear night, no specific season

A small, empty chapel with a corpse stretched out on a table and tapers burning in front of it. The soldier hides in a corner.

Mood: Eerie, tense, claustrophobic, supernatural

The two corpses fight over the soldier, who is hiding. The climax of the story occurs here.

chapel table corpse burning tapers corner dust
Image Prompt & Upload
A small, ancient stone chapel at night, its wooden door slightly ajar. Inside, a single wooden table holds a draped form, illuminated by the warm, flickering glow of tall, thin beeswax tapers in iron holders. Deep shadows cling to the rough-hewn timber ceiling and the cold flagstone floor. A narrow, arched window lets in a sliver of pale moonlight, cutting through the incense-heavy air. The atmosphere is solemn, silent, and heavy with mystery. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration