There lived a giantess in a cave in one of the mountains. She was busy robbing people in the neighborhood.
There lived a prominent woman nearby, and she had her only son. She had a very beautiful chess set that her late husband gave her, and she really liked it.
One day she went on business with her son; there was no one left in the hut. The giantess found out about this and immediately appeared to steal the chess and took it with her.
Soon the woman came home, saw that the chess was missing, and immediately guessed who was to blame. Then she called her son, told him where to go and threatened to kill him if he did not bring the chess.
The boy roared to the giantess's cave, and when she saw him, she was delighted and said to her daughter:
- There goes the old woman’s boy. While I'm gone, cook it for me, but before that, pull out the tendons and tie them to the handle of the cauldron.
Then the old woman left, and the girl decided to cut the boy’s throat. But he asked her to first show him all the old woman’s jewelry, which she did. Then he said that it would be better for them to measure their strength in a fight; and when they began to struggle, it turned out that she was at the bottom. Then he grabbed the knife from her, cut her throat, changed into her clothes and began to cook her.
At first he didn’t know what to do with the tendons, but then a good idea occurred to him; he jumped out to the horse that was standing nearby, cut off his penis and tied it to the handle of the cauldron. Then the old woman came home and asked:
“Did you tie my piece well?”
“Yes,” answered the boy, whom she mistook for her daughter.
Then she took her piece and said:
- Good, but tough.
Then she started eating meat and suddenly heard a voice from the cauldron:
- Oh, oh, mom, you're eating me, mom, you're eating me!
The giantess felt so bad that she rushed outside howling, but in her haste she fell and broke her neck.
The boy left the cave, taking with him as many things as he could carry, and among all this goodness there were chess. This is where the fairy tale ends.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru