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Stepbrother

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Victor von Andrejanoff
Latvian Fairy Tales
Arvi A. Karisto
1909
Latvia
Stepbrother: kinship, jealousy, rivalry, injustice, loyalty, endurance, reconciliation
Public Domain (copyright expired)
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Stepbrother

Once upon a time there was a father who had a strong, fearless son. His there was a place in the pastures where everything was not as it should be and where already many were scared almost to death. Many saw ghosts there, others heard, very thunderous, miserable moaning and groaning.

It so happened that one evening the boy rode to the feeding place, to spend the night there. After putting his horse down in the pasture and done I'm coming, he sat comfortably on the grass and began to sing:

I have a nice pet,
but I'm not thinking about the wedding yet;
I'm putting a lot of gossip into my mouth,
that no one would take him;
I help him slander,
I talk about anything at any time --:
but the people of the village don't know,
that heilini he is.

Then suddenly a boy, wearing a white shirt and head black cap, and sat opposite the singer to warm up. But this exclaimed brightly: “Who are you and why do you walk like this around late?" The boy replied, "Don't argue, my brother, I won't nothing bad for you!" -- "Why do you call me your brother?" -- "Because I'm your older brother." -- "You're funny, but not mine my brother!" -- "Nay, surely I am your brother." -- "Leave your way, loathsome ghost!" -- "Shut up, I'll tell you everything. Your mother is my mother too. She gave birth to me while she was still unmarried, but for fear of shame killed and threw me under a bridge. Your father knew nothing about it and married her. So we are brothers. My must wander restlessly and hide for nine years of thunder. When this time is up, thunder strikes your mother, but my soul is freed and at peace. Tomorrow will be nine years worn out. I don't have to hide from the thunder any longer, but your mother must die. Tomorrow I will crawl into the left ear of your runic and immediately after a thunderbolt rumbles in the sky, all my sufferings change a haystack." After that the boy laid down and slept. But it was morning he disappeared. The brother gathered up his horse and rode his steed home for. There was a strong wind on the road and lightning after lightning struck the ground. After the most violent blow, something fell out of the runic's left ear looked like a haystack and burned into a reindeer. But when the rider had arrived to his father's house, he saw his mother lying in the middle of the yard in a flash beaten to death.

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