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F or two brothers. One was poor and the other rich. The poor brother had no more firewood. There is nothing to heat the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but the horse was gone. How to bring firewood?

I’ll go to my brother and ask for a horse.

His rich brother received him unkindly.

Take a horse, but look at the big cart, don't put your trust in me ahead: give it today, give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought the horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don't have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s nothing to walk — my brother won’t let me.

Somehow he tied the lumber tighter to the tail of the brother's horse and rode off.

On the way back, the logs caught on a stump, but the poor man did not notice, he whipped up the horse.

The horse was hot, dashed and tore off its tail.

When the rich brother saw that the horse had no tail, he swore and shouted:

Ruined a horse! I will not leave this business like that!

And he filed a lawsuit against the poor man.

How much or how little time has passed, the brothers are summoned to the city for trial.

They walk, they walk. The poor man thinks:

I myself have not been to court, but I have heard the proverb: the weak do not fight the strong, and the poor do not sue the rich. They will sue me.

They walked just across the bridge. There were no railings. The poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time a merchant was driving down the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell down and hit the sledge and bruised the old man to death, but he himself remained alive and unharmed.

The merchant grabbed the poor man:

Let's go to the judge!

And three went into the city: the poor man, the rich brother, and the merchant.

The very poor man sulked:

Now they will surely be sued.

Then he saw a weighty stone on the road. He grabbed a stone, wrapped it in a rag and put it in his bosom:

Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge for me and condemn, I will kill the judge too.

Came to the judge. To the previous case, a new one was added. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother will look at the judge, take out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whisper to the judge:

Judge, judge, but look here.

So one time, and another, and a third. The judge saw and thinks: Isn't the man showing gold?

I looked again - the promise was great.

If there is silver, there is a lot of money.

And he ordered the poor brother to keep the tailless horse until the horse's tail grew.

And he said to the merchant:

For the fact that this man killed your father, let him stand on the ice under the same bridge, and you jump onto him from the bridge and crush him to death, as he crushed your father.

That was the end of the trial.

Rich Brother Says:

Well, okay, so be it, I'll take a tailless horse from you.

What are you, brother, - the poor man answers. - Let it be, as the judge awarded: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give the horse back.

Okay, give me the money.

The rich brother counted out thirty rubles, and on that they got along.

Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you your fault, you still can't turn your parent back.

No, let's go, if the court has awarded, jump on me from the bridge.

I don’t want your death, make peace with me, and I’ll give you a hundred rubles, ”the merchant asks.

The poor man received a hundred rubles from the merchant. And just about to leave, the judge beckons him:

Well, come on as promised.

The poor man took out a bundle from his bosom, unrolled a rag and showed the judge a stone.

This is what I showed you and told you: Judge, judge, but look here. If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

That's good, - the judge thinks, - that I judged by this peasant, otherwise I would not live to be.

And the poor man, cheerful, with songs, came home.

There were two brothers. One was poor and the other rich. The poor brother had no more firewood. There is nothing to heat the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but the horse was gone. How to bring firewood?

I’ll go to my brother and ask for a horse. His rich brother unkindly received:

Take a horse, but look at the big cart, don't put your trust in me ahead: give it today, give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought the horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don't have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s nothing to walk — my brother won’t let me.

Somehow he tied the lumber tighter to the tail of the brother's horse and rode off. On the way back, the logs caught on a stump, but the poor man did not notice, he whipped up the horse.

The horse was hot, dashed and tore off its tail.

When the rich brother saw that the horse had no tail, he swore and shouted:

Ruined a horse! I will not leave this business like that! And he filed a lawsuit against the poor man.

How much or how little time has passed, the brothers are summoned to the city for trial.

They walk, they walk. The poor man thinks:

“I myself have not been to court, but I have heard the proverb: the weak do not fight the strong, and the poor do not sue the rich. They will sue me. "

They walked just across the bridge. There were no railings. The poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time a merchant was driving down the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell down and hit the sledge and bruised the old man to death, but he himself remained alive and unharmed.

The merchant grabbed the poor man:

Let's go to the judge!

And three went into the city: the poor man, the rich brother, and the merchant.

The very poor man sulked:

"Now they'll probably be sued."

Then he saw a weighty stone on the road. He grabbed a stone, wrapped it in a rag and put it in his bosom.

"Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge for me, let him condemn, I will kill the judge as well."

Came to the judge. To the previous case, a new one was added. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother will look at the judge, take out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whisper to the judge:

Judge, judge, but look here.

So one time, and another, and a third. The judge saw and thinks: "Isn't the peasant showing gold?" I looked again - the promise was great. "If there is silver, there is a lot of money."

And he ordered the poor brother to keep the tailless horse until the horse's tail grew. And he said to the merchant:

For the fact that this man killed your father, let him stand on the ice under the same bridge, and you jump onto him from the bridge and crush him to death, as he crushed your father.

That was the end of the trial. Rich Brother Says:

Well, okay, so be it, I'll take a tailless horse from you.

What are you, brother, - the poor man replies. - Let it be as the judge awarded: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give the horse back.

Well, okay, give me the money.

The rich brother counted out thirty rubles, and on that they got along. Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you your fault, you still can't turn your parent back.

No, let's go, if the court has awarded, jump on me from the bridge.

I don’t want your death, make peace with me, and I’ll give you a hundred rubles, ”the merchant asks.

The poor man received a hundred rubles from the merchant. And just about to leave, the judge beckons him:

Well, come on as promised.

The poor man took out a bundle from his bosom, unrolled a rag and showed the judge a stone.

That's what he showed you and said: "Judge, judge, but look here." If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

“That's good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this peasant, otherwise I would not live to be.”

And the poor man, cheerful, with songs, came home.

SHEMYAKIN COURT

Russian folktale

There were two brothers. One was poor and the other rich. The poor brother had no more firewood. There is nothing to heat the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but the horse was gone. How to bring firewood?

I’ll go to my brother and ask for a horse.

His rich brother received him unkindly.

Take a horse, but look at the big cart, don't put your trust in me ahead: give it today, give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought the horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don't have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s nothing to walk — my brother won’t let me.

Somehow he tied the lumber tighter to the tail of the brother's horse and rode off.

On the way back, the logs caught on a stump, but the poor man did not notice, he whipped up the horse.

The horse was hot, dashed and tore off its tail.

When the rich brother saw that the horse had no tail, he swore and shouted:

Ruined a horse! I will not leave this business like that!

And he filed a lawsuit against the poor man.

How much or how little time has passed, the brothers are summoned to the city for trial.

They walk, they walk. The poor man thinks:

“I myself have not been to court, but I have heard the proverb: the weak do not fight the strong, and the poor do not sue the rich. They will sue me. "

They walked just across the bridge. There were no railings. The poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time a merchant was driving down the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell down and hit the sledge and bruised the old man to death, but he himself remained alive and unharmed.

The merchant grabbed the poor man:

Let's go to the judge!

And three went into the city: the poor man, the rich brother, and the merchant.

The very poor man sulked:

"Now they'll probably be sued."

Then he saw a weighty stone on the road. He grabbed a stone, wrapped it in a rag and put it in his bosom:

"Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge for me, let him condemn, I will kill the judge as well."

Came to the judge. To the previous case, a new one was added. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother will look at the judge, take out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whisper to the judge:

Judge, judge, but look here.

So one time, and another, and a third. The judge saw and thinks: "Isn't the peasant showing gold?"

I looked again - the promise was great.

"If there is silver, there is a lot of money."

And he ordered the poor brother to keep the tailless horse until the horse's tail grew.

And he said to the merchant:

For the fact that this man killed your father, let him stand on the ice under the same bridge, and you jump onto him from the bridge and crush him to death, as he crushed your father.

That was the end of the trial.

Rich Brother Says:

Well, okay, so be it, I'll take a tailless horse from you.

What are you, brother, - the poor man answers. - Let it be, as the judge awarded: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give the horse back.

Okay, give me the money.

The rich brother counted out thirty rubles, and on that they got along.

Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you your fault, you still can't turn your parent back.

No, let's go, if the court has awarded, jump on me from the bridge.

I don’t want your death, make peace with me, and I’ll give you a hundred rubles, ”the merchant asks.

The poor man received a hundred rubles from the merchant. And just about to leave, the judge beckons him:

Well, come on as promised.

The poor man took out a bundle from his bosom, unrolled a rag and showed the judge a stone.

That's what he showed you and said: "Judge, judge, but look here." If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

“That's good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this peasant, otherwise I would not live to be.”

And the poor man, cheerful, with songs, came home.

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F or two brothers. One was poor and the other rich. The poor brother had no more firewood. There is nothing to heat the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but the horse was gone. How to bring firewood?

I’ll go to my brother and ask for a horse. His rich brother unkindly received:

Take a horse, but look at the big cart, don't put your trust in me ahead: give it today, give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought the horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don't have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s nothing to walk — my brother won’t let me.

Somehow he tied the lumber tighter to the tail of the brother's horse and rode off. On the way back, the logs caught on a stump, but the poor man did not notice, he whipped up the horse.

The horse was hot, dashed and tore off its tail.

When the rich brother saw that the horse had no tail, he swore and shouted:

Ruined a horse! I will not leave this business like that! And he filed a lawsuit against the poor man.

How much or how little time has passed, the brothers are summoned to the city for trial.

They walk, they walk. The poor man thinks:

“I myself have not been to court, but I have heard the proverb: the weak do not fight the strong, and the poor do not sue the rich. They will sue me. "

They walked just across the bridge. There were no railings. The poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time a merchant was driving down the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell down and hit the sledge and bruised the old man to death, but he himself remained alive and unharmed.

The merchant grabbed the poor man:

Let's go to the judge!

And three went into the city: the poor man, the rich brother, and the merchant.

The very poor man sulked:

"Now they'll probably be sued."

Then he saw a weighty stone on the road. He grabbed a stone, wrapped it in a rag and put it in his bosom.

"Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge for me, let him condemn, I will kill the judge as well."

Came to the judge. To the previous case, a new one was added. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother will look at the judge, take out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whisper to the judge:

Judge, judge, but look here.

So one time, and another, and a third. The judge saw and thinks: "Isn't the peasant showing gold?" I looked again - the promise was great. "If there is silver, there is a lot of money."

And he ordered the poor brother to keep the tailless horse until the horse's tail grew. And he said to the merchant:

For the fact that this man killed your father, let him stand on the ice under the same bridge, and you jump onto him from the bridge and crush him to death, as he crushed your father.

That was the end of the trial. Rich Brother Says:

Well, okay, so be it, I'll take a tailless horse from you.

What are you, brother, - the poor man replies. - Let it be as the judge awarded: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give the horse back.

Well, okay, give me the money.

The rich brother counted out thirty rubles, and on that they got along. Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you your fault, you still can't turn your parent back.

No, let's go, if the court has awarded, jump on me from the bridge.

I don’t want your death, make peace with me, and I’ll give you a hundred rubles, ”the merchant asks.

The poor man received a hundred rubles from the merchant. And just about to leave, the judge beckons him:

Well, come on as promised.

The poor man took out a bundle from his bosom, unrolled a rag and showed the judge a stone.

That's what he showed you and said: "Judge, judge, but look here." If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

“That's good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this peasant, otherwise I would not live to be.”

There were two brothers. One was poor and the other rich. The poor brother had no more firewood. There is nothing to heat the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but the horse was gone. How to bring firewood?

I’ll go to my brother and ask for a horse.

His rich brother unkindly received:

Take the horse, but don't put on a big cart. And do not rely on me ahead: give today, give tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought the horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don't have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s nothing to walk — my brother won’t let me.

Somehow he tied the lumber tighter to the tail of the brother's horse and rode off.

On the way back, the logs caught on a stump, but the poor man did not notice, he whipped up the horse.

The horse was hot, dashed and tore off its tail.

When the rich brother saw that the horse had no tail, he swore and shouted:

Ruined a horse! I will not leave this business like that!

And he filed a lawsuit against the poor man.

How much or how little time has passed, the brothers are being called to the city for trial.

They walk, they walk. The poor man thinks: “I myself have not been to court, but I have heard the proverb: the weak do not fight the strong, and the poor do not sue the rich. They will sue me. "

They walked just across the bridge. There were no railings. The poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time a merchant was driving down the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell down and hit the sledge and bruised the old man to death, but he himself remained alive and unharmed.

The merchant grabbed the poor man:

Let's go to the judge!

And three went into the city: the poor man, the rich brother, and the merchant.

The very poor man sulked: "Now they will condemn how to drink."

Then he saw a weighty stone on the road. He grabbed a stone, wrapped it in a rag and shoved it into his bosom: "Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge for me, and sues, I will kill and judge."

Came to the judge. To the previous case, a new one was added. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother will look at the judge, take out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whisper to the judge:

Judge, judge, but look here!

So one time, and another, and a third. The judge saw and thinks: "Isn't the peasant showing gold?"

Once again I looked - a big promise: "If there is silver, there is a lot of money."

And he ordered the poor brother to keep the tailless horse until the horse's tail grew.

And he said to the merchant:

For the fact that this man killed your father, let him stand on the ice under the same bridge, and you jump on him from the bridge and crush him to death, as he crushed your father.

That was the end of the trial.

Rich Brother Says:

Well, okay, so be it, I'll take a tailless horse from you.

What are you, brother! - the poor man answers. - Let it be, as the judge awarded: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give the horse back.

Okay, give me the money.

The rich brother counted out thirty rubles, and on that they got along.

Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you your fault, you still can't turn your parent back.

No, let's go, if the court has awarded, - jump on me from the bridge.

I don’t want you dead. Make peace with me, and I'll give you a hundred rubles, the merchant asks.

The poor man received a hundred rubles from the merchant. And just about to leave, the judge beckons him:

Well, come on as promised.

The poor man took out a bundle from his bosom, unrolled a rag and showed the judge a stone:

That's what he showed you and said: "Judge, judge, but look here." If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

“That's good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this peasant, otherwise I would not live to be.”

And the poor man is cheerful, he came home with songs.