In the vast steppes of Russia there
lived a tribe of gypsies, who traveled up and down the
country selling remedies and beads, never staying for
long in the same place. The leader was an astute and
sharp-witted man whose name was Yuri, and he had six
clever sons. One day, when the tribe was camped next to
a town celebrating the holiday of Saint Basil, Yuri was
told that a few versts from there lived a moujik (a
Russian peasant) who was selling colts at a very good
price. The astute gypsy thought that he would be able to
do a good deal if he bought the animals and then sold
them again, and he set out cheerfully. He put a piece of
fresh cheese and slice of rye bread in a pouch and made
his way to the moujik's village, leaving his people to
sell their wares at the fair.
On arriving in the neighbouring
village, he was surprised to find the place silent and
deserted. he walked through the narrow streets in
astonishment, looking for clues as to what had happened.
Suddenly, he heard a terrified voice warning him:
'Flee from here wretch, if you
don't want the dragon to devour you.'
'Who is speaking?' asked Yuri.
'It is I, old Vestia.' And from behind some
filthy willow baskets emerged and old man with a
long beard. He was stooped and trembling, and so
thin that he was nothing more than skin and bone.
'Hello, granddad,' said Yuri amiably, 'what is
going on here?'
'Of, my son!' sighed the old man, 'an evil
dragon has devoured all the inhabitants of the
town... people, animals, even the cats! I am the
only person left because i am so old that the
monster didn't fancy eating skin and bones, but
today he will return, and as he will find
nothing else to eat, he will eat me too. Go far
from here, if you do not want to suffer the same
fate.'
'Don't worry granddad,' replied the
bold Yuri. 'I am not afraid of the dragon. If
you do what I tell you no harm will befall you.
Hide among the willow baskets and don't say a
word.'
Soon the earth began to shake from
the dragon's footsteps. He was enormous and looked very
hungry.
Yuri, who knew that dragons are vain and curious by
nature, went up to him and greeted him courteously:
'Good day, tsar of the dragons.'
The dragon was very proud to be addressed thus. He
thrashed the ground with his tail, spread his wings to
display the marvelous jeweled breastplate adorning his
chest and bowed his head, saying modestly:
'But that is not so, I am simply a common dragon.'
'You are not common, magnificent lord,' protested Yuri,
'you are the greatest, the most beautiful and the most
powerful of all. I am eager to admire your strength.'
'Yes,' admitted the vain animal, coiling and uncoiling
his tail, blushing with pleasure, 'it is true that I am
strong and I am generally thought beautiful. But who are
you standing before me so fearlessly?'
'I am the strongest man in the world,' replied Yuri with
alacrity.
'You are the strongest? Don't make me laugh!'
'But I am, even though you doubt my words.'
The dragon, who by now was very interested in the gypsy,
picked up a stone and crushed it to powder.
'Perhaps you can do the same, if you are the strongest
of humans.'
'That wouldn't be difficult,'
replied Yuri with aplomb, 'but can you squeeze water out
of the stone as I can?' And without letting the dragon
see what he picked up from his pouch, he squeezed the
fresh cheese until whey trickled out between his fingers.
'Well,' thought the dragon, 'he
really is very strong. It would be better to have him as
friend than an enemy.'
And to win the man's friendship he suggested:
'Come and eat at my house. You are a very nice human
being and I would like us to be friends.'
'Very well dragon, let's go.' The monster took Yuri to
the cave where he lived and asked him:
'Would you kindly go to the woods and bring back an oak
tree to make a fire.'
Yuri went out determined to prevent the dragon from
discovering the trick, but his arms were not strong
enough to uproot such enormous trees and bring them back
to the cave. Then he had an idea and he tied a group of
sturdy oaks together with the rope the dragon had given
him.
After a while, and seeing that the gypsy had not
returned, the animal made his way to the woods and met
Yuri who was very busy tying the trunks carefully
together.
'What on earth are you doing?' asked the reptile,
astonished.
'Well, I thought that if I bring back all the trees at
once we will have wood for several days.'
'Leave it, leave it, we don't want to cut down the whole
wood', replied the dragon, more convinced of his
friend's strength. 'I'll take the trunk back home.
Meanwhile, bring me a bullock to cook. Behind the house,
in a field, you will find herd of bullocks. Just make
sure you choose the plumpest.'
Yuri set off determinedly for the field, and after a
while the dragon found him tying the bullocks together.
'What are you doing?'
'Well I thought if I brought all the bullocks back to
the cave we could make a big bullock stew.'
'Friend,' said the dragon sighting,
'you have a strange way of doing things. One bullock wil
be enough. I'll take him back myself.' And somewhat
perturbed by his guest's behaviour, the dragon seized
the plumpest bullock, killed it, skinned it and started
to cook it. The two friends gorged themselves until they
were full, and after the sumptuous feast, the dragon,
who was in a good mood, offered to accompany the gypsy
back to his house.
'Thank you,' replied Yuri, 'but I was thinking of buying
some horses.'
'Don't worry about that, I have a beautiful colt, and I
can sell it to you for a hundred roubles.'
Yuri agreed to the deal and told the dragon that he
would pay him when they reached his house. As it was a
long way the dragon decided to adopt a human form. They
set out on horses belonging to the dragon and made good
progress towards the camp. During the journey, Yuri
warned his friend that he had six sons who were strong
and had clairvoyant powers. When they reached the
outskirts of the camp, Yuri's sons ran to meet him, and
on seeing the colt they began to shout.
'You've only brought one!'
'It must be for me', shouted the oldest.
'No, no, I want this one', argued the smallest.
Yuri looked at the dragon and said:
'What rascals! Didn't I tell you that they were
clairvoyant? They recognized you.' The dragon, terrified,
thought that the boys wanted to keep him as a plaything,
or to devour him, and as they were strong as their
father, there was no possible hope of escape for him. He
quickly dismounted from the horse, took on his dragon
form and flew off in panic. Never again did he dare go
near the Russian Steppes, where the gypsies are so
strong the fight over dragons.