The Cauldron Is the Velniasí, the Money Is Mine
There lived two brothers. They were both married. The elder one was
childless and very rich, as he had cheated his younger brother when dividing
the legacy, leaving him penniless. The latter was very poor.
The elder brother, the rich one, fell ill. He fell ill and he wondered
what was to be done with the money, how he should hide it. He decided to
curse it. He took the cauldron of money to the barn, made a hole, put the
cauldron in it, and went home. The younger one saw that his elder brother,
who had been so weak, was walking about. He went to the barn and hid himself
behind the straw. From his hiding place he watched what was going to happen
next. His elder brother brought some money, poured it into the cauldron,
and left again. The younger brother sitting behind the straw couldnít help
taking the rosary from around his neck and throwing it into that cauldron.
His brother brought some more money, poured it into the pot, and chanted
a spell to curse that money, "Velnias, velnias, you must take the money,
cauldron and all!"
His brother, who was sitting behind the straw, said, "The pot is the
Velniasí, but the money is mine!"
The elder looked around, listened attentively, scrutinized everything
around him - there was nobody to be seen. Where did those words come from?
He said again, "Velnias, velnias, take the money, cauldron and all!"
His brother replied again, "The cauldron belongs to the velnias, but
the money is mine!"
The rich brother listened and then left the barn. He went to bed and
started dying. The poor one was afraid. He also came home and lay down.
Something like the wind appeared at the window. It hurried round and round
and said, "Take the money yourself, we need the cauldron!"
He got very scared and he lay close to his wife. He waited and again,
"Take the money, we need the cauldron!"
He didnít obey, he didnít go to take the money. Then a strong wind
rattled the window-pane and broke it. The money fell into his very room.
The cauldron was taken away. Then he heard somebody shouting, "Your brotherís
dying, your brotherís dying!" He got up quickly and rushed to see his brother,
but he was already dead.
The Velnias had obviously sown the brotherís soul in the pot and carried
(Recorded in 1969)