The Corpse Bride
Once upon a time there was a young man who lived in a village in
Russia. He was to be married and he and his friend prepared to go
to the village where his bride-to-be lived, two days walk from his
own village.
The first night the two friends decided to set up camp by a river.
The young man who was going to be married spotted an unusual
looking stick in the ground that looked like a bony finger. He and
his friend started joking about this bony finger sticking out of
the ground and the young man who was going to be married took the
golden wedding ring from his pocket and put it on the
strange-looking stick. And then he started to do the wedding dance
around the stick; he danced around the stick with the golden
wedding ring three times and he sang the Jewish wedding song, and
recited the entire marriage sacrament as he danced around the
stick, he and his friend laughing the whole time.
Their fun stopped suddenly when the earth started rumbling and
shaking beneath their feet. The place where the stick had been
opened up and a very bedraggled looking corpse emerged, a living
corpse, she had been a bride, but now was barely more than a
skeleton held together by shreds of skin, still wearing an old torn
white silk wedding dress. Worms and spider webs hung on the
once-beaded bodice and tattered veil.
The two young men were aghast.
"Ah," she said, "you have done the wedding dance and pronounced the
marriage vows and you have put a ring on my finger. Now we are man
and wife. I demand my rights as your bride."
Shuddering with terror at the corpse bride's words, the two young
men fled to the village where the young bride was waiting to be
married. They went straight to the rabbi.
"Rabbi," asked the young man breathlessly, "I have a very important
question to ask you. If by some chance you're walking in the woods
and you happen to see a stick that looks like a long bony finger
coming out of the ground and you happen to put a golden wedding
ring on the finger and do the wedding dance and pronounce the
wedding vows, is this indeed a real marriage?"
Looking very puzzled, the rabbi asked, "Do you know of such a
situation?"
"Oh no, no, of course not, it's just a hypothetical
question."
Stroking his long beard thoughfully, the rabbi said, "let me think
about it."
And just then, a big gust of wind blew the door open, and in walked
the corpse bride. "I lay claim to this man as my husband, for he
has placed this wedding ring on my finger and pronounced the solemn
marriage vows," she demanded, her bony finger rattling as she shook
it at her intended brigegroom.
"This is indeed a very serious matter. I'll have to consult with
the other rabbis," said the rabbi.
Soon all the rabbis from the surrounding villages were gathered
together. They went into conference, while the two young men
anxiously awaited their decision.
The corpse bride waited on the porch tapping her foot, declaring,
"I want to celebrate my wedding night with my husband."
These chilling words made every hair on the young man's body stand
on end, though it was a warm summer day.
While the rabbis were conferring, the real human bride arrived and
wanted to know what all the fuss was about. When her fiance
explained just what had happened, she started weeping, "Oh, my life
is ruined, all my hopes and dreams are shattered; I'll never be
married, never have a family."
Just then the rabbis came out and asked: "Did you indeed put a gold
ring on the finger, and did you dance around it three times and did
you indeed pronounce the wedding vows in their entirety?"
The two young men who by this time were cowering in a far corner
nodded their heads.
Looking very serious the rabbis went back to confer again.
And the young bride wept bitter tears, while the corpse bride was
by now gloating at the prospect of her long awaited wedding
night.
After a short while the rabbis solemnly marched out, took their
seats, and announced, "Since you put the wedding ring on the finger
of the corpse bride and you danced around it three times reciting
the wedding vows, we have determined that this constitutes a proper
wedding ceremony. Even so, we have decided that the dead have no
claim upon the living."
Sighing and murmuring could be heard from all corners, the young
bride was especially relieved.
The corpse bride, however, howled, "Oh, there goes my last chance
for a life; I'll never have my dreams fulfilled now, it's forever
lost," and she collapsed on the floor. It was a pathetic sight, a
heap of bones in a tattered wedding gown, lying there,
lifeless.
Overcome with compassion for the corpse bride, the young bride
knelt down and gathered up that old heap of bones, carefully
arranging the shredded silk finery and holding her close, half
sang, half murmured, as if cradling a crying infant, "dont worry
I'll live your dreams for you, I'll live your hopes for you, I'll
have your children for you, I'll have enough children for the two
of us and you can rest in peace knowing that our children and our
children's children will be well cared for and will not forget
us."
Tenderly she closed the eyes of the corpse bride, tenderly she held
her in her arms and slowly and with measured steps she marched down
to the river with her fragile charge, took her down by the river
where she dug a shallow grave for her and laid her in it and
crossed the bony arms over the bony chest, the one hand clasping
the one with the ring on it, and folded the wedding gown around
her.
Then she whispered, "May you rest in peace, I will live your dreams
for you, don't worry, we will not forget you."
The corpse bride looked happy and at peace in her new grave, as if
she somehow knew that she would be fulfilled through this young
bride And the young bride covered up, slowly, the corpse bride,
covered up the tattered wedding gown in the shallow grave, covered
it all up with earth, then put wildflowers all over the grave and
stones all around it.
Then the young bride went back to her fiance and they were married
in a very solemn wedding ceremony and they lived many happy years
together. And all their children and grandchildren and great
grandchildren were always told the story of the corpse bride, and
so she was not forgotten, nor was the wisdom and compassion she had
taught them forgotten either.
BACKGROUND;
The Corpse Bride is a story based on actual events that occurred in
19th century Russia, at a time when anti-semitism was widespread in
eastern Europe. Very often bands of anti-semites would waylay a
Jewish wedding party on their way to the wedding. And because the
bride would be the one to bear future generations, she would be
ripped out of the carriage and murdered.
She would then be buried in her wedding gown.
