The Priest with the Envious Eyes

There was once a priest who lived in the parish of St. Nicholas. He served St. Nicholas for some years, and all his earnings were that he had neither house nor home, nor a roof over his head. So our good priest got together all his keys, and seeing the icon of St. Nicholas, struck it down, and left his parish to go whithersoever his eyes should guide him. And he went roaming on his way.

Dahulu kala ada seorang pendeta yang tinggal di paroki Santo Nikolas. Ia melayani Santo Nikolas selama beberapa tahun, dan hasil kerjanya hanyalah ia tak punya rumah maupun tempat tinggal, tak ada atap di atas kepalanya. Maka pendeta baik hati kita ini mengumpulkan semua kuncinya, dan melihat ikon Santo Nikolas, memukulnya hingga jatuh, lalu meninggalkan parokinya untuk pergi ke mana pun matanya menuntunnya. Dan ia pun mengembara pergi.

Suddenly an unknown man met him. “How do you do, good man?” he said to the pope. “Whither are you going? and whence do you come?” “Take me with you as a companion.” So they went off together. They went on some versts, and became tired. It was time to rest.

Tiba-tiba seorang pria asing bertemu dengannya. "Apa kabar, kawan?" katanya kepada sang pendeta. "Ke mana kau hendak pergi? dan dari mana kau berasal?" "Bawalah aku bersamamu sebagai teman seperjalanan." Maka mereka pun berjalan bersama. Mereka berjalan beberapa verst, dan menjadi lelah. Sudah waktunya untuk beristirahat.

Now the pope had two biscuits, and his new friend had two wafers. The pope said to him: “We will first of all eat up your wafers, and we will then go on with the biscuits.”

Nah, sang pendeta punya dua biskuit, dan teman barunya punya dua wafer. Sang pendeta berkata kepadanya: "Mari kita habiskan dulu wafermu, dan setelah itu kita akan melanjutkan dengan biskuit."

“All right!” the unknown man said to him. “Let us first eat up my wafers, and leave your biscuits for a dessert.”

"Baiklah!" kata pria asing itu kepadanya. "Mari kita habiskan dulu waferku, dan sisakan biskuitmu untuk hidangan penutup."

So they ate the wafers, ate them all up, and they were fully sated, and there were still wafers over.

Maka mereka pun makan waferrya, menghabiskan semuanya, dan mereka pun sudah kenyang, dan masih ada sisa wafer.

So the pope became envious. “Why,” he thought, “I will steal them.” The old man lay down to sleep after dinner, and the pope was all agog to see how he could steal those wafers. The old man went to sleep; so the pope abstracted the wafers from his pocket and silently began eating them.

Maka sang pendeta menjadi iri hati. "Kenapa," pikirnya, "aku akan mencurinya." Pria tua itu berbaring tidur setelah makan, dan sang pendeta sangat ingin melihat bagaimana ia bisa mencuri wafer-wafer itu. Pria tua itu pun tertidur; maka pendeta mengambil diam-diam wafer dari sakunya dan diam-diam mulai memakannya.

The old man woke up and felt for his wafers, and could not find them anywhere. “Where are my wafers? Who has eaten them up? Have you, pope?”

Pria tua itu terbangun dan meraba mencari wafernya, dan tak bisa menemukannya di mana pun. "Di mana wafer-waferku? Siapa yang sudah memakannya? Kau kah, pendeta?"

“No, I did not,” answered the pope.

"Tidak, bukan aku," jawab sang pendeta.

“Well, all right; I don’t mind.”

"Baiklah, tak apa; aku tak keberatan."

So they shook themselves up, and they went on their way and journey, went on and on, and the roads suddenly divided and they came to a carfax. So they both went on a single road and arrived at a kingdom. Now, in this kingdom the Tsar’s daughter was near her death, and the Tsar had promised any one who should cure her half of his reign and rule and realm; but any one who failed was to have his head cut off and placed on a pole.

Maka mereka pun bangkit, dan melanjutkan perjalanan mereka, berjalan terus, dan jalan-jalan itu tiba-tiba bercabang dan mereka sampai ke sebuah persimpangan. Maka mereka berdua mengambil satu jalan yang sama dan tiba di sebuah kerajaan. Nah, di kerajaan ini putri Tsar hampir sekarat, dan sang Tsar telah berjanji bahwa siapa pun yang bisa menyembuhkannya akan mendapat setengah dari kerajaan, kekuasaan, dan wilayahnya; tetapi siapa pun yang gagal akan dipenggal kepalanya dan dipasang di atas tiang.

When they arrived in front of the Tsar’s courtyard, they got themselves up finely, and they called themselves doctors. The henchmen sallied out of the Tsar’s courtyard, and asked them: “What sort of people are you? What is your race? What is your city? What do you require?”

Ketika mereka tiba di depan halaman istana Tsar, mereka pun berdandan dengan bagus, dan menyebut diri mereka tabib. Para pengawal keluar dari halaman istana Tsar, dan bertanya kepada mereka: "Orang macam apa kalian ini? Apa bangsa kalian? Dari kota mana kalian? Apa yang kalian butuhkan?"

“We,” they answered, “are doctors, and we can cure the Tsarévna.”

"Kami," jawab mereka, "adalah tabib, dan kami bisa menyembuhkan sang Tsarevna."

“Well, if you are doctors, come into the palace.”

"Baiklah, kalau kalian tabib, masuklah ke dalam istana."

So they went into the palace, looked at the Tsarévna, asked for special huts from the Tsar, for a can of water, for a curved sabre, and a large table. The Tsar gave them all they required.

Maka mereka pun masuk ke dalam istana, melihat sang Tsarevna, meminta gubuk khusus dari sang Tsar, sekaleng air, sebilah pedang lengkung, dan sebuah meja besar. Sang Tsar memberikan semua yang mereka minta.

They then locked themselves up in the huts, tied the princess down on the big table, cut her up with the curved sabre into little bits, put them all into the cauldron, washed them, and rinsed them out. Then they began to put them together—bit by bit, fragment by fragment. And the old man breathed on them. Piece clove to piece, and made one. Then he took all the pieces, breathed on them for the last time, and the princess trembled all over, and woke alive and well.

Mereka lalu mengunci diri di dalam gubuk-gubuk itu, mengikat sang putri di atas meja besar itu, memotongnya dengan pedang lengkung menjadi potongan-potongan kecil, memasukkan semuanya ke dalam kuali, mencucinya, dan membilasnya bersih. Kemudian mereka mulai menyatukannya kembali—sedikit demi sedikit, potongan demi potongan. Dan pria tua itu meniupkan napas ke atasnya. Potongan demi potongan menyatu, menjadi satu. Kemudian ia mengambil semua potongan itu, meniupkan napas untuk terakhir kalinya, dan sang putri gemetar seluruh tubuhnya, dan bangkit hidup dan sehat kembali.

The Tsar himself came into their hut. “In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost!”

Sang Tsar sendiri datang ke gubuk mereka. "Demi nama Bapa, dan Putra, dan Roh Kudus!"

“Amen!” they answered.

"Amin!" jawab mereka.

“Have you cured the Tsarévna?” asked the Tsar.

"Sudahkah kalian sembuhkan sang Tsarevna?" tanya sang Tsar.

“Yes,” the doctors answered—“there she is!” The Tsarévna came out with the Tsar alive and well.

"Sudah," jawab para tabib itu—"itu dia!" Sang Tsarevna keluar bersama sang Tsar, hidup dan sehat.

The Tsar said to the doctors: “What good thing do you desire—gold or silver? Ask and you shall have.” So they began to bring gold and silver. And the old man took as much as he could take with his thumb and two fingers, but the pope took it by handfuls, and he rammed it all into his wallet and hid it away, concealed it, lifted it up as much as ever his power could.

Sang Tsar berkata kepada para tabib itu: "Apa yang kalian inginkan sebagai imbalan—emas atau perak? Mintalah dan kalian akan mendapatkannya." Maka mereka pun mulai membawa emas dan perak. Dan pria tua itu hanya mengambil sebanyak yang bisa digenggam dengan ibu jari dan dua jarinya, tetapi sang pendeta mengambilnya berkarung-karung, dan menjejalkan semuanya ke dalam kantongnya lalu menyembunyikannya, menyimpannya rapat-rapat, mengangkut sebanyak yang kekuatannya sanggup.

The old man then said to the pope: “Let us bury all the money in the earth and again go a-healing.”

Pria tua itu lalu berkata kepada sang pendeta: "Mari kita kubur semua uang ini di dalam tanah dan pergi menyembuhkan orang lagi."

So they went on and went on, and they arrived at another kingdom in which there also was a princess on the verge of death, and the Tsar promised any one who should cure her half of his realm and rule and reign; but any one who failed was to have his head cut off.

Maka mereka pun berjalan terus dan terus, dan tiba di kerajaan lain di mana ada pula seorang putri yang hampir sekarat, dan sang Tsar berjanji bahwa siapa pun yang bisa menyembuhkannya akan mendapat setengah wilayah, kekuasaan, dan kerajaannya; tetapi siapa pun yang gagal akan dipenggal kepalanya.

But the Evil One was tempting the envious pope—how he should manage to tell nothing to the old man, but to cure her by himself, and so get all the gold and silver for himself. So he dubbed himself a doctor, arrayed himself finely, and arrived at the Tsar’s courtyard, just as they had done before. In the same way he asked for the same implements from the Tsar, shut himself up in the special hut, tied the princess down on the table, took out the curved sabre; and however much the Tsarévna might cry out and wriggle, the pope disregarded all her shrieks, and all her yelpings, poor girl, and cut her to bits like mincemeat.

Tetapi Sang Jahat sedang menggoda pendeta yang iri hati itu—bagaimana caranya supaya ia tak memberi tahu apa pun kepada pria tua itu, melainkan menyembuhkan sang putri sendirian, dan dengan begitu mendapatkan semua emas dan perak untuk dirinya sendiri. Maka ia pun menobatkan dirinya sebagai tabib, berdandan dengan bagus, dan tiba di halaman istana Tsar, persis seperti yang mereka lakukan sebelumnya. Dengan cara yang sama ia meminta perlengkapan yang sama dari sang Tsar, mengunci diri di gubuk khusus, mengikat sang putri di atas meja, mengeluarkan pedang lengkung itu; dan betapapun sang Tsarevna menjerit dan meronta, sang pendeta mengabaikan semua jeritannya, dan semua tangisannya, gadis malang itu, dan memotongnya menjadi potongan-potongan seperti daging cincang.

He then cut it all up fine, threw it into the cauldron, washed it and rinsed it, took it out, put piece to piece exactly the same as the old man had done. And he then wanted to put them altogether, breathed on them—and nothing happened! He pumped his lungs out, but nothing happened. It was all to no purpose. So he put all the fragments back into the water, rinsed and scoured them through, fitting the pieces together, and breathed on them. It was all of no good.

Kemudian ia memotongnya semua hingga halus, melemparkannya ke dalam kuali, mencucinya dan membilasnya, mengangkatnya keluar, menyusun potongan demi potongan persis seperti yang dilakukan pria tua itu. Dan kemudian ia ingin menyatukan semuanya, meniupkan napas ke atasnya—dan tak terjadi apa-apa! Ia memompa habis paru-parunya, tetapi tak terjadi apa-apa. Semua itu sia-sia belaka. Maka ia memasukkan kembali semua potongan itu ke dalam air, membilas dan menggosoknya lagi, menyusun potongan-potongan itu kembali, dan meniupkan napas ke atasnya. Semua itu tak ada gunanya.

“Oh, whatever shall I do?” the pope thought. “This is simply horrible!”

"Oh, apa yang harus kulakukan sekarang?" pikir sang pendeta. "Ini sungguh mengerikan!"

In the morning the Tsar went to him and saw that the doctor had had no luck. He had mixed up the whole body on the floor. So the Tsar ordered the doctor to the gallows.

Keesokan paginya sang Tsar datang menemuinya dan melihat bahwa tabib itu tidak berhasil. Ia sudah mencampuradukkan seluruh tubuh itu di lantai. Maka sang Tsar memerintahkan agar tabib itu digantung.

The pope then began to beg. “Tsar! Tsar! I am a free man. Give me a short space of time. I will go and look out for another old man who can really cure the Tsarévna.” So the pope went to look for the old man, found him, and said: “Old man, I am a depraved sinner. The fiends tempted me. I wanted to cure the Tsar’s daughter all by myself, and I was not able, and they are now going to hang me. Do come and help me!”

Sang pendeta lalu mulai memohon. "Tsar! Tsar! Aku manusia bebas. Berilah aku sedikit waktu. Aku akan pergi mencari pria tua lain yang benar-benar bisa menyembuhkan sang Tsarevna." Maka sang pendeta pun pergi mencari pria tua itu, menemukannya, dan berkata: "Pria tua, aku ini orang berdosa yang bejat. Roh-roh jahat telah menggodaku. Aku ingin menyembuhkan putri sang Tsar sendirian, dan aku tak sanggup, dan sekarang mereka akan menggantungku. Ayolah datang dan bantu aku!"

So the old man went with the pope, and the noose was put round the pope’s neck. Then the old man said to the pope: “Pope, who ate up my wafers?”

Maka pria tua itu pun pergi bersama sang pendeta, dan tali jerat pun dipasang di leher sang pendeta. Lalu pria tua itu berkata kepada sang pendeta: "Pendeta, siapa yang memakan wafer-waferku?"

“I really didn’t; I swear I didn’t!”

"Sungguh bukan aku; aku bersumpah bukan aku!"

So they made him mount one rung higher, and again the old man said to him: “Pope, who ate my wafers up?”

Maka mereka menyuruhnya naik satu anak tangga lagi, dan sekali lagi pria tua itu berkata kepadanya: "Pendeta, siapa yang memakan wafer-waferku?"

“I really didn’t; I swear I didn’t!”

"Sungguh bukan aku; aku bersumpah bukan aku!"

So he went up the third rung, and again said he didn’t. This time he had his head in the noose tight, and still he said: “I did nothing of the sort!”

Maka ia naik ke anak tangga ketiga, dan sekali lagi berkata bukan dia. Kali ini kepalanya sudah terjerat erat di dalam tali, dan ia tetap berkata: "Aku tak melakukan hal semacam itu!"

So the old man said to the Tsar: “I am a free man. Will you let me cure the Tsarévna, and if I do not succeed, have a second noose got ready for my neck: one for me and one for the pope.”

Maka pria tua itu berkata kepada sang Tsar: "Aku manusia bebas. Maukah kau mengizinkan aku menyembuhkan sang Tsarevna, dan jika aku tak berhasil, siapkanlah tali jerat kedua untuk leherku: satu untukku dan satu untuk sang pendeta."

Then the old man took the morsels of the Tsarévna’s body, bit by bit, breathed on them, and she arose alive and well.

Kemudian pria tua itu mengambil potongan-potongan tubuh sang Tsarevna, sedikit demi sedikit, meniupkan napas ke atasnya, dan sang putri pun bangkit hidup dan sehat.

Then the Tsar rewarded them both with gold and silver.

Lalu sang Tsar memberi imbalan emas dan perak kepada mereka berdua.

“Now let us go and divide the money,” said the old man.

"Sekarang mari kita bagi uangnya," kata pria tua itu.

So they started. They put all the money into three little piles, and the pope looked on, and said: “What do you mean? There are only two of us. Who is to have the third?”

Maka mereka pun mulai. Mereka membagi semua uang itu menjadi tiga tumpukan kecil, dan sang pendeta memperhatikan, lalu berkata: "Apa maksudmu? Kita hanya berdua. Siapa yang akan mendapat tumpukan ketiga?"

Said the old man: “That is for the thief who ate up my wafers.”

Kata pria tua itu: "Itu untuk si pencuri yang memakan wafer-waferku."

“Oh, it was I who ate them up!” the pope cried out. “I really did! I swear it!”

"Oh, aku yang memakannya!" seru sang pendeta. "Sungguh, aku yang melakukannya! Aku bersumpah!"

“Then you may have all the money, and my own share as well. Henceforth serve your parish faithfully. Do not be a miser, and do not beat St. Nicholas on the shoulders with the keys!” the old man said, and vanished.

"Kalau begitu kau boleh mengambil semua uang ini, dan bagianku juga. Sejak sekarang, layanilah parokimu dengan setia. Jangan menjadi kikir, dan jangan memukul Santo Nikolas di bahunya dengan kunci!" kata pria tua itu, lalu menghilang.