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There lived two brothers. One was poor, and the other was rich. The poor brother ran out of wood. There is nothing to light the stove with. It's cold in the hut. He went into the forest, chopped wood, but there was no horse. 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 be careful not to put a lot of burden on me, and don’t rely on me in advance: give it today and give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought his horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don’t have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s no point in going - my brother won’t let me.

Somehow I tied the wood more tightly to the tail of my brother’s horse and rode off. On the way back, the logs got caught on a stump, but the poor man didn’t notice and whipped up his horse. The horse was hot, rushed and tore off its tail.

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

Ruined the horse! I won't leave this case like this!

And he took the poor man to court. How much or how much time has passed, the brothers are summoned to the city for trial. They are coming, they are coming. The poor man thinks:

I haven’t been to court myself, but I’ve heard the proverb: the weak don’t fight the strong, and the poor don’t sue the rich. They'll sue me.

They were walking just across the bridge. There was no railing. A poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time, a merchant was riding below on the ice, taking his old father to the doctor. The poor man fell and fell right into the sleigh 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: a poor man and a rich brother and a merchant. The poor man became very sad:

Now they'll probably sue you.

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

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

We came to the judge. New things have been added to the old ones. The judge began to judge and interrogate. And the poor brother looks at the judge, takes out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whispers to the judge:

Judge, judge, look here.

So once, and twice, and three times. The judge saw and thought:

Isn't the guy showing gold?

I looked again - there was 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 grew a tail.

And he said to the merchant:

Because 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, just as he crushed your father.

That's where the trial ended.

Rich brother says:

Well, okay, so be it, I’ll take the tailless horse from you.
“What are you talking about, brother,” the poor man replies.
“Let it be as the judge ordered: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.”

The rich brother began to persuade:

I'll give you thirty rubles, just give me the horse.
- Okay, give me the money.

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

Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you for your guilt, you still can’t bring back your parent.
- No, let's go, if the court has ordered, jump at 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 one hundred rubles from the merchant. And just as he was about to leave, the judge called him over:

Well, let's do what we promised.

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

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

It’s good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this guy, otherwise I wouldn’t be alive.”

And the poor man came home cheerfully, singing songs.

There lived two brothers. One was poor, and the other was rich. The poor brother ran out of wood. There is nothing to light the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but there was no horse. 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 be careful not to put a lot of burden on me, and don’t rely on me in advance: give it today and give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.”

The poor man brought his horse home and remembered:

- Oh, I don’t have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s no point in going – my brother won’t let me.

Somehow I tied the wood more tightly to the tail of my brother’s horse and rode off.

On the way back, the logs got caught on a stump, but the poor man didn’t notice and whipped up his horse.

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

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

- Ruined the horse! I won't leave this case like this!

And he took the poor man to court.

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

They are coming, they are coming. The poor man thinks:

I haven’t been to court myself, but I’ve heard the proverb: the weak don’t fight the strong, and the poor don’t sue the rich. They'll sue me.

They were walking just across the bridge. There was no railing. A poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time, a merchant was riding below on the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell and fell right into the sleigh 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: a poor man and a rich brother and a merchant.

The poor man became very sad:

Now they'll probably sue you.

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

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

We came to the judge. New things have been added to the old ones. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother looks at the judge, takes out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whispers to the judge:

- Judge, judge, look here.

So once, and twice, and three times. The judge saw it and thought: Isn’t the man showing gold?

I looked again - there was 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 grew a tail.

And he said to the merchant:

“Because 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, just as he crushed your father.”

That's where the trial ended.

Rich brother says:

“Okay, so be it, I’ll take the tailless horse from you.”

“What are you talking about, brother,” the poor man replies. “Let it be as the judge ordered: I will hold your horse until the tail grows.”

The rich brother began to persuade:

“I’ll give you thirty rubles, just give me the horse.”

- Okay, give me the money.

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

Then the merchant began to ask:

- Listen, little man, I forgive you for your guilt, you still can’t bring back your parent.

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

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

The poor man received one hundred rubles from the merchant. And just as he was about to leave, the judge called him over:

- Well, let's do what we promised.

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

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

It’s good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this guy, otherwise I wouldn’t be alive.”

And the poor man came home cheerfully, singing songs.

COURT SHEMYAKIN

In some places there live two brothers who are farmers, one is rich, the other is poor. The rich have been lending to the poor for many years and cannot fulfill its poverty. After some time, the wretched man came to the rich man to ask for a horse, with which he could bring himself firewood. His brother didn’t want to give him the horse and said to him: “You lent a lot, brother, but couldn’t fill it.” And when you gave him a horse, he took it up and started asking him for a collar. And his brother was offended by him and began to blaspheme his wretchedness, saying: “And you don’t even have your own collar.” And don't give him a clamp.

The poor man left the rich man, took his wood, tied it by the horse’s tail, went into the forest and brought it to his yard and forgot to open the gateway and hit the horse with a whip. The horse rushed with all his might through the gateway with the cart and tore off his tail.

And wretchedly you brought a horse without a tail to your brother. And his brother saw that the horse did not have a tail, and began to vilify his brother, that he had spoiled the horse, having asked him for leave, and, without taking the horse, he went to beat him with his forehead in the city of Judge Shemyaka.

The poor brother, seeing that his brother went to beat him with his forehead, he also went after his brother, knowing that there would be a parcel for him from the city, and not go, otherwise he would go [*] to the bailiff to pay.

And they both arrived at a certain village, not reaching the city. The rich man came to the priest of that village, as we know him. The poor man came to the same priest and, when he came, lay down on his bed. And the rich man began to tell his horse why he was going to the city. And then the priest began to dine with the rich, but the wretched one would not be invited to eat. The poor thing started from the floor to see what the priest and his brother were eating, and then he snatched from the floor and strangled the priest’s son to death. The priest will also go with his brother to the city to beat him with his forehead about the death of his son.

And when he came to the city, the living judge came. The poor guy follows them. Walk across the bridge into the city. A resident of that city took his father by ditch to the bathhouse to wash him. The poor man knew [*] that his death would come from his brother and from the priest, and he intended to put himself to death by throwing himself straight from the bridge into the ditch, although he would hurt himself to death. Throwing yourself, fall on the old man, strangle the father from his son to death; You caught him and brought him before the judge. He is thinking about how to get rid of misfortunes and how to deal with the judges. And if you don’t gain anything, think about taking a stone and wrapping it in a cloth and putting it in a hat, stand before the judge. His brother brought his petition against him on horseback and began to beat Judge Shemyaka with his forehead.

Having listened to Shemyak’s petition, he said to the wretched man: “Answer!” The poor man, not knowing what to say, took out the capped stone from his cap, showed it to the judge and bowed. The judge began to hope [*] that he had promised him a poor case, saying to his brother: “If he tore off the tail of your horse, and you don’t keep your horse from him until those places [*], the horse will grow a tail. And when the tail grows, at that time take your horse from him.”

And then another court began to exist. Try to seek the death of your son because you will strangle his son. He also took out the same completed boards from the cap and showed the judge. The judge saw and thought that from another court another knot promises gold, saying to the judge: “If you have a son, then give him your wife with the butt until he gets a child from your father. At that time, take papadya from him and with the child.”

And then the third court began to be that, having thrown himself from the bridge, he hurt his father's son. The poor man, having taken out the same stone in the plate wrapped from his cap, showed it to the third judge. The judge began, as if from the third judgment of the third, to promise him a bond, saying to him, whose father was killed: “Get up on the bridge, and having killed your father, stand under the bridge, and you yourself from the bridge throw yourself on his, and kill him likewise.” he is your father."

After the trial, the plaintiffs and the defendant came together to comply with the order. When the rich began to ask the wretched man for his horse, he said to him: “According to the judge’s decree, as soon as it grows a tail, at that time I will give you your horse.” My brother is rich and gave him five rubles for his horse, so that he could give him even without a tail. He took five rubles from his brother and gave away his horse.

The same wretched woman began to ask the priest for the priest by a judge's decree, so that he could get her child from her and, having obtained it, give the priest back to him with the child. The priest began to beat him with his forehead so that he would not take his hit. He took ten rubles from him.

The same wretched woman began to tell the third plaintiff: “According to the judge’s decree, I will stand under the bridge, but you get on the bridge and rush at me in the same way as you did at your father.” He was thinking to himself: “If I rush, I won’t hurt myself, but I’ll break myself.” She also began to make peace with him and gave him a reward for not lashing out at himself.

And I took it from all three.

The judge brought the man to the defendant and ordered him to take his testimony of three knots. The man on the ship began to ask for the three knots shown to him: “Give me what you showed in the knots from the hat, the judge ordered me to take it from you.” He took the stone out of his hat and showed it off. And the man began to say to him: “What are you saying about the stone?” The defendant said: “That’s what the judges said.” The man began to ask him: “What kind of stone do you say?” He said: “For this reason I showed this stone to the judge, so that he would not judge by me, and I wanted to hurt him with that stone.”

And a man came and told the judge. The judge, hearing from his man, said: “I thank and praise my God, that I judged by him: as if I. I didn’t judge by him, and he would have hurt me.” Then the wretched one retired to his home, rejoicing and praising God. Amen.

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Shemyakin court

There lived two brothers. One was poor, and the other was rich. The poor brother ran out of wood. There is nothing to light the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but there was no horse. 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 be careful not to put a lot of burden on me, and don’t rely on me in advance: give it today and give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought his horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don’t have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s no point in going - my brother won’t let me.

Somehow I tied the wood more tightly to the tail of my brother’s horse and rode off. On the way back, the logs got caught on a stump, but the poor man didn’t notice and whipped up his horse.

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

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

Ruined the horse! I won't leave this case like this! And he took the poor man to court.

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

They are coming, they are coming. The poor man thinks:

“I haven’t been to court myself, but I’ve heard the proverb: the weak don’t fight the strong, and the poor don’t sue the rich. They will sue me."

They were walking just across the bridge. There was no railing. A poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time, a merchant was riding below on the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell and fell right into the sleigh 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: a poor man and a rich brother and a merchant.

The poor man became very sad:

“Now they’ll probably sue.”

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

“Seven troubles - one answer: if the judge does not judge me and judges me, I will kill the judge too.”

We came to the judge. New things have been added to the old ones. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother looks at the judge, takes out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whispers to the judge:

Judge, judge, look here.

So once, and twice, and three times. The judge saw it and thought: “Isn’t the guy showing gold?” I looked again - there was a big promise. “If there’s silver, there’s a lot of money.”

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

Because 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, just as he crushed your father.

That's where the trial ended. Rich brother says:

Well, okay, so be it, I’ll take the tailless horse from you.

“What are you saying, brother,” the poor man replies. “Let it be as the judge ordered: I’ll hold your horse until the tail grows.”

The rich brother began to persuade:

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

Well, okay, give me the money.

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

Listen, little man, I forgive you for your guilt, you still can’t bring back your parent.

No, let's go, if the court has ordered, jump at 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 one hundred rubles from the merchant. And just as he was about to leave, the judge called him over:

Well, let's do what we promised.

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

This is what he showed you and said: “Judge, judge, look here.” If you had sued me, I would have killed you.

“It’s good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this guy, otherwise I wouldn’t be alive.”

And the poor man, cheerful and singing, came home.

Russian folk tales

There lived two brothers. One was poor, and the other was rich. The poor brother ran out of wood. There is nothing to light the stove with. It's cold in the hut.

He went into the forest, chopped wood, but there was no horse. 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 be careful not to put a lot of burden on me, and don’t rely on me in advance: give it today and give it tomorrow, and then go around the world yourself.

The poor man brought his horse home and remembered:

Oh, I don’t have a clamp! I didn’t ask right away, but now there’s no point in going - my brother won’t let me.

Somehow I tied the wood more tightly to the tail of my brother’s horse and rode off.

On the way back, the logs got caught on a stump, but the poor man didn’t notice and whipped up his horse.

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

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

Ruined the horse! I won't leave this case like this!

And he took the poor man to court.

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

They are coming, they are coming. The poor man thinks:

I haven’t been to court myself, but I’ve heard the proverb: the weak don’t fight the strong, and the poor don’t sue the rich. They'll sue me.

They were walking just across the bridge. There was no railing. A poor man slipped and fell off the bridge. And at that time, a merchant was riding below on the ice, taking his old father to the doctor.

The poor man fell and fell right into the sleigh 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: a poor man and a rich brother and a merchant.

The poor man became very sad:

Now they'll probably sue you.

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

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

We came to the judge. New things have been added to the old ones. The judge began to judge and interrogate.

And the poor brother looks at the judge, takes out a stone in a rag from his bosom, and whispers to the judge:

Judge, judge, look here.

So once, and twice, and three times. The judge saw it and thought: Isn’t the man showing gold?

I looked again - there was 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 grew a tail.

And he said to the merchant:

Because 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, just as he crushed your father.

That's where the trial ended.

Rich brother says:

Well, okay, so be it, I’ll take the tailless horse from you.

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

The rich brother began to persuade:

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

Okay, give me the money.

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

Then the merchant began to ask:

Listen, little man, I forgive you for your guilt, you still can’t bring back your parent.

No, let's go, if the court has ordered, jump at 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 one hundred rubles from the merchant. And just as he was about to leave, the judge called him over:

Well, let's do what we promised.

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

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

It’s good,” the judge thinks, “that I judged by this guy, otherwise I wouldn’t be alive.”

And the poor man came home cheerfully, singing songs.