The sir and the storyteller
One rich sir very much liked fairy tales to listen. There was, who to it that , he considers all as the truth.
It wanted to this sir to listen to such fairy tale what he would not believe. He also declared everywhere: “If who tells to me such fairy tale that I have told: you say lies, I will give that a gold plate”.
There was one such storyteller. Called him . It comes to the sir:
— Put, the sir, a gold plate, I will affect a fairy tale.
The sir on a floor has put a gold plate, and itself has taken seat in an armchair and has lighted a tube with long .
— Well, tell. Only look, as though instead of gold not to receive.
Has sat down on hunkers before a plate and has started to tell:
— And that, , on light does not happen! Here what case with me left once. There was it when my father also on light was not born. I lived with the grandfather. To do houses there is nothing, here the grandfather and has given me to one owner of bees to graze. And was at that owner of the whole fifty packs of bees. It is necessary to count in the morning every day them and on a pasture to drive. And to drive in the evening, again to count, yes in beehives to tyre out. And the owner to me has firmly told: “If you though will lose one bee, I will not begin to cry to you for the whole year”. Here what hard work was!
— All can be, — the sir agrees. Has looked at a plate of gold and continues to tell:
— I once have driven bees from a pasture, have counted: there is no one bee … Good gracious, to be to a trouble! I run back — a bee to search. And already to grow dark the beginning. I there, I here — was not present a bee. Suddenly I hear — somewhere the bee roars. I look — behind the river seven wolves have attacked my bee. And it, the poor thing, from them very much beats off, does not surrender. I have rushed to the aid of a bee. Has come running to the river — there is no crossing. What to do? And here just about wolves will break off a bee. I, long not deliberating, have seized myself by a forelock, have shaken — and through the river! But other coast has not reached — has fallen in the middle of the river and a stone has gone to a bottom. somehow also has started to search for road upward to get out. And here, as to spite, on a river bed someone the fire has dissolved yes such to a smoke has filled, that directly eyes eats, even fish a nose snuffles also roads because of a smoke not to see. There is it I gropingly, lo and behold — the bear costs. I wished to seize it by a tail, yes it to me a head has turned. I have put to it a hand in a throat, have reached a tail and it have grasped. The bear yes as upward — well was frightened, and has pulled out me. Itself has rushed with to wood, and I ashore remained, yes not that is necessary. I Here have seized myself again by a forelock, have shaken even more feasibly, than for the first time, and — on other coast!
— Whether it is not enough of that on light happens, — the sir speaks. — Perhaps and the truth.
— The truth the truth, the sir, yes, perhaps, with defect. Well and so. I have jumped on other coast, yes with running start so have crashed down , that on the belt . I both there, and here — not to get out. Without a shovel, I think, there's nothing to be done. Has run home, has seized a shovel — and back. Has dug out itself and run to the aid of a bee. Has come running, has driven away wolves, and the bee already and feet has stretched: its wolves while I there yes here ran have lifted up. What to do? I have covered a bee with a branch that wolves have not eaten, and itself have gone to the owner.
"Trouble", — I speak. “And what for a trouble?” — the owner asks. “Wolves have lifted up a bee”. As, as the owner has become angry about me feet: “Now I will not give to you not a stiver!” I am silent. It is guilty.
the owner also asks: “And wolves yet have not eaten a bee?” — "is not present". “Well, it is good, that though the bee is whole. We will go we will take away”.
We have harnessed of two pairs an oxen, have gone. On a meadow have skinned a bee, have chopped meat on pieces and have brought home. Houses have salted — whole twelve left. All year we ate that meat with the owner.
— Whether it is not enough of that on light happens! — the sir speaks. — Perhaps and the truth.
— Well, and as year has come to an end, the owner has banished me and has not paid also a broken penny. I at it only have elicited a piece to wax. I have moulded from this to wax , villages on it and have gone to the grandfather, after all the father at me yet was not. Meal, meal — has arrived to wood. And here also is it wanted. Has pulled a nose — I feel, on a fur-tree as the fried smells. I have approached on a fur-tree, and there in a hollow fried woodpeckers peep. Well, needs must when the devil drives. I have got into a hollow for woodpeckers. I climb a hand — has not got, I climb a foot — has not got, I climb a head — has not got, has rushed all trunk — has got. Has gorged on there woodpeckers how many wanted — and back. I climb a hand — I will not get out, I climb a foot — I will not get out, I climb a head — I will not get out, all trunk — too has not got out. I have recollected, that at the owner behind a bench the axe laid. Has run, took an axe, has cut through in a hollow a hole more and has got out.
— Whether it is not enough of that on light happens! — the sir speaks. — Perhaps and the truth.
— I have got out, villages on a horsy, have stopped up for a belt and I go further. And yes , yes … Suddenly the horsy became — and from a place. I have looked back — half of horsy is not present: has chopped off it ! That to you it was empty! I cut out a stick from a brittle willow, have sewed a horsy and I go again. And the brittle willow suddenly began to grow and grow — has grown to the sky. Well, I think, I will get on the sky, I will have a look, that there becomes.
The sir has ceased to puff a tube:
— Also what you there saw in the sky?
— That I there only did not see, the sir! There is I it on the sky, and in one hut sacred the party is celebrated: drink, walk, cheerful songs sing. It would be desirable me to come to them, yes is not present, I think, with drunk it is better not to communicate, and that still punches . I go further. In other hut sacred snores under a table as if wheat on a market has sold. It is visible, rather has taken.
— Whether it is not enough of that on light happens! Perhaps and the truth, — speaks the sir.
— And it is true, that the truth! The eyes saw. I have come to , thought — can, than I will profit. Yes where there! Bottles on a table empty, breads crumbs. I was twisted, I see — the gold cap rolls near the owner. I will take, I think, though a cap. I will come somewhere on road in , me for it and will feed. Took I a cap — and back. And here has woken up, has started a cap to search. And it is not present. It has done to shout-noise … It is necessary, I think, home to run, and that will catch — from a trouble not to leave. And here in any way I will not find that place where the brittle willow on a horsy grows. I both there, and here — was not present a brittle willow. Suddenly I see — sacred on a current blow, the chaff so on all sky and is scattered. Allow it to catch I yes a cord to twist. Has twisted, has adhered one end to the sky and the beginnings on the earth to go down. Has gone down by other end of a cord, and the earth all not to see. I have hung between and the sky. It is good still, that with me was. Will take it I will chop off the cord end, from below and further I go down.
— Whether it is not enough of that on light happens! — the sir speaks. — Perhaps and the truth.
— I , , and have not noticed, how through the earth have slipped and in a hell have come to be. I go on a hell, I examine, how there and that. Suddenly I see: your late father — thin, barefooted, torn off — pigs grazes.
the sir of an eye, the tube from a mouth has dropped out:
— You say lies, the boor! There can not be it, that my father yes pigs a pass!
And suffice a plate with gold — and for doors!