It’s a well-known fact that a brownie can take on different forms, that’s why he’s a brownie. Whom he protects, and to whom he sends grief and misfortune if he doesn’t love him.
It happened one day. A gypsy woman is sitting in a man’s hut and suddenly notices: a child is running around the room - back and forth, back and forth. The gypsy was surprised, rubbed her eyes, and took a closer look. And what: a little man is running in front of her. He has a red cap, a long beard, knee-length, and is all grey. And so he will run to one corner, then to another. The gypsy was confused and started screaming and left the hut. The men came running to hear the scream, searched the entire hut, but found no one. And this brownie came and gave news.
That same night the gypsy woman is sleeping and has a dream: an old man in a red cap, with a long gray beard, and so cheerful, comes up to her. Here he smiles and says:
“Tell your father, daughter, not to give food to the horses, take care of the cattle.”
The next morning the gypsy woman tells her father about the dream she saw at night. The father frowned and went to check the oats that the men had brought yesterday. And he turned out to be poisoned. Someone got angry. And the brownie warned.
One day the brownie came to the gypsy woman again in a dream. He was very sad, he didn’t have a cap on, and his gray hair was disheveled.
- Oh, daughter, it will be hard for you, dear, very hard! “The brownie cried, backed away and melted.
A little time has passed since then, and the gypsy’s son died...
And when one day the gypsy woman sensed that she would have a child again, she was scared to death. There was no way she wanted to give birth again. The woman decided, secretly from her husband and relatives, to go to the healer so that she could help her and give her some herbs to drink.
However, at night the gypsy saw the brownie again. He was very tired, his face wrinkled as if from pity. He shook his finger at her and said:
- Please, my dear, let the child into the world, don’t even think about killing your son...
The next morning the gypsy could not stand it and told everything to her father. “You know, the brownie came to you again,” he said. - Don’t you dare contradict the brownie.
The gypsy gave birth to a son, and he grew up big, brave and handsome. And he was lucky in everything. Because the brownie guarded him, because the brownie loved the gypsy.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru