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Where to study in it not to work at all?

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a house it is small. By the years - the old man. It is not poor, is not rich. The room of children is full. All on shops sit, eat millet cereal and sauerkraut with the spoon decorated. A container - bars, rastabara! To the house there is a merchant with goods:

- And to whom steering-wheels a sheaf? And to whom to a poteshn fairy tale?

- we do not want steering-wheels a sheaf. Tell, the merchant, to us the fairy tale. Let`s award, as usual, for your proverb!

... Light yes of a divna people, their all affairs as on a dish is wonderful. I will tell - to you that neznayemy only. Why the man in a caftan, well, and the woman in a sundress? What without hands, without legs is at war? Yes, where the Sun spends the night? I will begin the speech without insidiousness: once upon a time there were in the Russian kingdom poorly - poorly the son yes mother. Whether mind to occupy by him? But the widow solved the son, uneducated Martyn, to take away to learn science, to suffer doctrines flour. Where to study in it not to work at all, and to have in all prosperity, to live beautifully and richly? Go beggars all over the world, ask from people to council where to find it “easy bread“?

- To what the question is ridiculous. Izoydi is absent though the whole world, without effort prosperity. Only the devil knows one how suddenly to be become mister!

- we Well, will go to look for the devil.

Go, wander. Legs are erased. Got tired with a campaign. Departed away from the people. On a cemetery came, on mogilka lay down.

- Oh, - the old woman primolvit, - proklyatushchy high living! There is no place to lie down with the son to us. Something the stone is a furnace?

Suddenly from where do not undertake, from an underworld rise, terribly terrible devil of Emel with a hangover and morning after.

- What you frighten us, horned? To take Not Cha from us, are rather poor.

- whether you looked for me? I came, and you did not wait?

poor people Quailed. Fists show to the devil.

- Give - to me Martyn and do not wait for seven years you the son. And as term - that will expire, it will enter full reason.

Signed the contract that did not leave after dispute. And on account of the doctrine Lines demanded ability to identify only the son, razlyubezny Martyn. Said goodbye and were gone, in preispodnyu, it is visible, fell. The old woman became gloomy here: “On me again a prorukha!“

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, reconciled though tears and washed. Waits - pozhdyot for the seventh year. Term passed, she goes on a treasured mogilka to help out the sonny, Martynka. Cela, began to sigh. Here the zemlitsa rose. Seven starlings, before razhy good fellows took off. The devil repairs to the widow interrogation, it has one question:

- whether you Recognize Martyn, the native son?

- Where to recognize him among birds, they have no habitual persons.

- Well, you are guilty that also pro-hundred-cotton wool is silly. Come to another you are the term for now pledge that if again you do not learn, you will lag behind me for ever. Hey, noisy starlings, you, intolerable youths! Pecked “easy bread“? Polezayte - you in a crypt! I, friends, will only train you in to what I want!

Here the villain laughed loudly and from a look all was gone. Again the widow does not sleep at the nights. The devil of grief pumped up it. Necessarily grew wiser, necessarily grew quiet. Began to think yes to guess how to it to identify the son.

- If I am as a bird: a sparrow or there a titmouse, on - would tell pichuzh, would understand who to heart darling. Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble! Oh, to move to me where behind help or council? Not in a harmony I with the whole world.

the poor old woman Began to listen to birds: the cuckoo sings, that diligently considers all “ku - ku“, then realizes that it was necessary to live a little and hurries to the road again. Here in bushes cracks forty, it is necessary to understand - alarm! Here that this chirr means, a bird it is heard from far away. Closer by the night it will become terrible. The horned owl will shout, frightening for fun. Will laugh loudly on an oak. Will hoot in the pipe. In the morning birds rejoice: here the golubitsa coos, the sparrow here rings, the nightingale sings. Much the widow vyznat, learns ptichy words. Somehow it was occurred by the heaviest of thoughts: to it to compete with the cunning Devil? Faces of little boys are erased. It will wrap up them wild beasts, a small lizard or muravyyom...

- Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble! Oh, to move to me where behind help or council? Not in a harmony I with the whole world.

Lo and behold, goes way towards to the old grandfather with a bag zaplechny. With a long white beard, with a mane, as lun gray-haired. In modest, poor the attire, pulls a hand to a handout, whispers devoutly a prayer, with a sin entering fight.

- the Pilgrim, make favor, ask that came true the God`s miracle, without help is necessary me to me so poorly! That hearing a voice bird`s, I knew sounds distinction, would understand the conversation course, could reconnoiter secret sense! That, hearing howl animal or disgusting whistle snake, or could understand hum of a mosquito, all words. To me not ABBA for what, for my sonny that got to a dungeon to hell and pines among the dead.

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Ah - ah - ah, also burst out crying. Tears to constrain and did not try. Here the old grandfather said:

- Impossible is not present here. In total in the power of God`s will in the middle of a vale of life: nothing is managed without his command.

the Grandfather led

the widow to the river that flew not far. Scooped water a vessel, whispered, and there was a miracle. Only the poor old woman drank waters from a mug as she suddenly hears muster - conversation is carried on by titmouses. Farther it is more: sparrows discuss their fights. The raven foretells thunders. The duck of chickabiddies considers. How many bird`s talk on fields empty open spaces! The wood is filled with chatter between animal relatives. Not to pereslushat all speeches. Here the widow went to eat. At a tavern the gray horse was stuck with a muzzle it into a palm.

- do not go to a tavern you nowadays. There owner my hateful. Emel`s devil with a hangover and a hangover is silly and terrible. The mother, in yours I to will, get out of a heavy share to be a slave at the angry devil, the native of a kingdom of the dead. As there will come test, make Line you recognition that supposedly most of all to my Martynka and it is similar, and the one who a skin without spots, between dozen of horses or other what animals is pleasant to me. The buzzard on similar turn will get angry. There is nothing to do, it is necessary to arrange everything how it is conducted: will give magic “easy bread“ and to itself will return to a crypt. We will have a skatyorka, unchangeable ruble and a grater.

of the Son is listened by the widow is living and is dead. Slowly said goodbye. And for a while left. As the seventh expired - that year, term passed, the widow goes on a treasured mogilka to help out the sonny Martynka. Cela, began to sigh. Here the zemlitsa rose. There was a herd of stallions, before razhy good fellows. The poor widow sees that the task is not new. Looks for a skin for the answer on which there are no spots. The devil repairs to the widow interrogation, it has one question:

- whether you Recognize Martyn, the native son?

the old woman bypassed

of All, found the son. The devil horned became angry, began to pour to the widow of a damnation. But to break the contract this thief was not imperious. It gave to beggars a skatyorka, unchangeable ruble and a grater.

- Receive “easy bread“!

I to itself cleaned up in a crypt.

Here the widow and the son Martynka moved rather to the market. Postrogali ruble on a grater, left the whole five. And till that time planed until a great lot was gathered. In the city bought the house and live in it. Comes it is time to have dinner, the cloth to them allows to try: both goose, and millet cereal, and kartoshechka baked. The table collects by it, after everything from a table sweeps away. There is no trouble, and there is no grief. Alarms in a distance were carried away. The widow has in all a prosperity. With the God`s help are rich! Their house it is small. By the years - the old man. It is not poor, is not rich. The room of children is full. All on shops sit, eat millet cereal and sauerkraut with the spoon decorated.

I I at them was, honey - kvass drank, on moustaches flew, and did not get into a mouth.