The Wood Fairy
A Czech Tale
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Betushka. She
lived with her mother, a poor widow who had only a tumbledown
cottage and two goats. But in spite of this poverty, Betushka
was always merry.
From spring to autumn, Betushka drove the goats each day to pasture
in a birch wood. Every morning her mother put a slice of bread
and an empty spindle into her bag. The spindle would hold the
flaxen thread she would spin while she watched the goats. She
was too poor to own a distaff on which to wind the flax, so she
wound it around her head, to carry it thus to the wood.
"Work hard, Betushka," her mother always said, "and
fill the spindle before you return home."
Off skipped Betushka, singing along the way. She danced behind
the goats into the wood of birch trees and sat down under a tree.
With her left hand she pulled fibers from the flax around her
head and with her right hand twirled her spindle so that it hummed
over the ground. All the time she sang merrily and the goats nibbled
the green grass among the trees.
When the sun showed that it was midday, Betushka stopped her
spinning. She gave each of the goats a morsel of bread and picked
a few strawberries to eat with what remained. After this, she
sprang up and danced. The sun shone even more warmly and the birds
sang yet more sweetly.
After her dance, Betushka began again to spin busily. At evening
when she drove the goats home she was able to hand her mother
a spindle full of flaxen thread.
One fine spring day, when Betushka was ready as usual to dance,
suddenly there appeared before her a most beautiful maiden. Her
white dress floated about her as thin as gossamer, her golden
hair flowed to her waist, and a wreath of forest blossoms crowned
her head. Betushka was struck silent.
The wood fairy smiled at her and in a sweet voice asked, "Betushka,
do you like to dance?"
At this, Betushka lost her fear. "Oh! I could dance all
the day long!"
"Come then, let us dance together. I will teach you."
She took Betushka and began to dance with her.
Round and round they circled, while sweet music sounded over
their heads. The maiden had called upon the birds sitting in the
birch trees to accompany them. Nightingales, larks, goldfinches,
thrushes, and a clever mockingbird sang such sweet melodies that
Betushka's heart filled with delight. She quite forgot her goats
and her spinning. On and on she danced, with feet never weary,
until evening when the last rosy rays of sunset were disappearing.
The music ceased and the maiden vanished as suddenly as she had
Betushka looked around. There was her spindle -- only half filled
with thread. Sadly she put it into her bag and drove the goats
from the wood. She did not sing while going down the road this
time, but reproached herself for forgetting her duty. She resolved
that she would not do this again. When she reached home she was
so quiet that her mother asked if she were ill.
"No, Mother, I am not ill." But she did not tell her
mother about the lovely maiden. She hid the half-filled spindle,
promising herself to work twice as hard tomorrow to make up for
Early the next morning Betushka again drove the goats to pasture,
singing merrily as usual. She entered the wood and began her spinning,
intending to do twice her usual amount.
At noon Betushka picked a few strawberries, but she did not dance.
To her goats she said, "Today, I dare not dance. Why don't
you dance, my little goats?"
"Come and dance with me," called a voice. It was the
But this time Betushka was afraid, and she was also ashamed.
She asked the maiden to leave her alone. "Before sunset,
I must finish my spinning," she said.
The maiden answered, "If you will dance with me, someone
will help you finish your spinning." With the birds singing
beautifully as before, Betushka could not resist. She and the
maiden began to dance, and again they danced till evening.
Now when Betushka looked at her nearly empty spindle, she burst
into tears. But the maiden unwound the flax from Betushka's head,
twined it around a slender birch tree, seized the spindle, and
began to spin. The spindle hummed over the ground and grew thick
with thread. By the time the sun had dropped from sight, all the
flax was spun. As the maiden handed the full spindle to Betushka,
she said, "Wind it and grumble not. Remember, wind it and
grumble not." Then, suddenly, she disappeared.
Betushka, happy now, drove the goats home, singing as she went,
and gave her mother the full spindle. Betushka's mother, however,
was not pleased with what Betushka had failed to do the day before
and asked her about it. Betushka told her that she had danced,
but she kept the maiden a secret.
The next day Betushka went still earlier to the birch wood. The
goats grazed while she sang and spun, until at noon the beautiful
maiden appeared and again seized Betushka by the waist to dance.
While the birds sang for them, the two danced on and on, Betushka
quite forgetting her spindle and the goats.
When the sun was setting, Betushka looked around. There was the
half-filled spindle! But the maiden grasped Betushka's bag, became
invisible for a moment, then handed back the bag stuffed with
something light. She ordered her not to look into it before reaching
home, and with these words she disappeared.
Betushka started home, not daring to look into the bag. But halfway
there she was unable to resist peeking, for the bag was so light
she feared a trick. She looked into the bag, and began to weep.
It was full of dry birch leaves! Angrily she tossed some of these
out of the bag, but suddenly she stopped -- she knew they would
make good litter for the goats to sleep on.
Now she was almost afraid to go home. There her mother was awaiting
her. "What kind of spindle did you bring me yesterday?"
she asked. "I wound and wound, but the spindle remained full.
'Some evil spirit has spun you,' I grumbled, and at that instant
the thread vanished from the spindle. Tell me what this means."
Betushka then told her mother about the maiden and their dancing.
"That was a wood fairy," exclaimed her mother, alarmed.
"The wood fairies dance at midday and at midnight. If you
had been a little boy, you might not have escaped alive. But to
little girls, the wood fairies often give rich presents."
Next, she added. "To think that you did not tell me. If I
had not grumbled I might have had a room full of thread."
Betushka then thought of her bag and wondered if there might
not, after all, be something under those leaves. She lifted out
the spindle and the unspun flax. "Look, Mother!" Her
mother looked and clapped her hands. Under the spindle the birch
leaves had turned to gold!
Betushka told her mother how the fairy had directed her not to
look into the bag until she got home, but that she had not obeyed
and had thrown out some of the leaves. "Tis fortunate you
did not empty out the whole bagful," said her mother.
The next morning Betushka and her mother went into the wood,
to look carefully over the ground where Betushka had thrown out
the dry leaves. Only fresh birch leaves lay there, but the gold
that Betushka did bring home was enough for a farm with a garden
and some cows. She wore beautiful dresses and no longer had to
graze the goats. Nothing, however, gave her such delight as she
had had dancing with the wood fairy. Often she ran to the birch
wood, hoping to see the beautiful maiden, but never again did
the wood fairy appear.