The story of Aave gaudalu has been considered partly autobiographical: like Sara Wacklin, a poor girl who has lost her father collects scraps of information here and there, "like a blind chicken", and manages to support her mother and herself with the teacher's wages. The story is from Sara Wacklin's book ?Hundrade minnen från Österbotten? from 1844.
It was a wonderful midsummer evening. The young people gathered in small groups, doing their favorite chores and entertainment. Some danced in the eviction, where the polka played non-stop.
Among the nobles and numerous town wedding guests was also a poor, ugly and insecure girl named Julma. He had lost his worldly support at an early age and had to experience severe poverty at school. Out of compassion for the fatherless girl, the noble-hearted people had accepted her among them.
After returning to the wedding house, the party immediately sat down at the rich breakfast table. Soon, however, their meal was interrupted when some peasants told an incident that caused general confusion. Early in the morning, when they had gone up to the church tower to ring the bells in honor of the beginning of the holy day, the ghost had risen from Rajalin's grave and lingered near it for a couple of hours. They were even ready to swear to this. The guests looked at each other, not knowing what to believe. Then the pale, thin and light-dressed Cruel got up from the table and said: "They are telling the truth. I am a ghost.”
Translation translation; Sampsa Laurinen.
Svenska Kulturfonden has supported Sara Wacklin's ?Hundrade minnen från Österbotten? publication of stories.