Literature of antiquity and the Middle Ages - Summary - 2019

Canterbury Tales
Geoffrey Chaucer (1340? - 1400)

Common prologue

In spring, in April, when the earth wakes from winter hibernation, strings of pilgrims flow into Canterbury Abbey to worship the relics of St. Thomas Beket from all sides of England. Once in the tavern "Tabard", in Souerke, a rather diverse company of pilgrims gathered together: they all had a way to Canterbury. There were twenty nine of them. During the dinner, many of the guests had time to meet and talk. The guests were very different roles and occupations, which, however, did not prevent them from supporting a casual conversation. Among them was the Knight, known to the whole world with his valor and glorious exploits, which he performed in numerous battles, and his son, the young Squire, despite his young years, who succeeded in earning the favor of his beloved, gaining glory as a loyal armor in far-off campaigns in other people's limits dressed in a colorful outfit. Together with the knight also went Iomen, wearing a green camisole with a hood and armed with a bow with long green-green arrows, a good shooter, former, apparently, a forester. Together with them was Abbitsa named Eglantina, who looked for noble novices, gentle and neat. Everyone sitting at the table was pleased to see her clean face and sweet smile. She talked about something with an important and fat Monk, who was a monastery auditor. A passionate hunter and funny, he was opposed to strict, secular rules, loved to bite and kept the grandsons. There was a magnificent raincoat on him, and he drove on a horse's bay. Next to him was Karmelit, a collector of taxes, who had succeeded in his art as anybody and who managed to squeeze the last money even at the beggar, promising him eternal bliss in heaven. In a beaver's hat, with a long beard, A rich Merchant was sitting, honored for his ability to save income and deftly calculate the course. Abandoning zealous occupations, riding on a locked stick, Canterbury rides a Student, wise by books and spending the last money on them. A lawyer sat next to him, unsurpassed in knowledge of the laws and in his ability to bypass them. Its wealth and glory quickly multiplied, as well as the number of wealthy clients who often turned to the Jurist for help. Nearby, in the expensive dress was a cheerful Franklin, a former model sheriff and collected a penalty. Franklin loved wine and a good table than he was famous for in the county. The Pencil, the Shapochnik, the Carpenter, the Oboyshchik, and the Weaver, dressed in solid costumes of the shop fraternity, did everything without hesitation, with the consciousness of their dignity and riches. They brought with them a cook, a master at all hands, so that he cooked them during a long journey. At the same table, Shkiper sat with them. He came from the western county and was dressed in a rough caftan of canvas. His appearance gave him an experienced sailor with "Madeline", who knew all the currents and pitfalls encountered on the way of the ship. In Raspberry with a blue raincoat beside him sat the Doctor of Medicine, to compare with which in the art of healing could not even London doctors. It was the smartest man, who never denigrated himself with inaccuracy or cunning. Bat's weaver talked with him in a road cloak and with a shaggy hat on his head. She was deaf, that did not prevent her from being a great craftswoman in the weaving industry. In Raspberry with a blue raincoat beside him sat the Doctor of Medicine, to compare with which in the art of healing could not even London doctors. It was the smartest man, who never denigrated himself with inaccuracy or cunning. Bat's weaver talked with him in a road cloak and with a shaggy hat on his head. She was deaf, that did not prevent her from being a great craftswoman in the weaving industry. In Raspberry with a blue raincoat beside him sat the Doctor of Medicine, to compare with which in the art of healing could not even London doctors. It was the smartest man, who never denigrated himself with inaccuracy or cunning. Bat's weaver talked with him in a road cloak and with a shaggy hat on his head. She was deaf, that did not prevent her from being a great craftswoman in the weaving industry.

Surviving five husbands and no less number of lovers, she humbly went to the pilgrimage, was talkative and cheerful. Not far from the table, the old Priest, who had not seen the light better, was sitting modestly. He was a model shepherd, helped the poor, was gentle and merciful in communicating with the poor and mercilessly righteous to rich sinners. His brother Bread, went with him. He did a lot of work on the fields for his life and considered the Christian duty to obey the commandments and to help the people who needed it. On the contrary, on the bench, Melnyk fell apart - a ravenous child, healthy, like a bull, with an impressive red beard and a wart, covered with rigid bristles, on his nose. A fist fighter, a woman man, a cooler and a runaway, he was a desperate liar and a thief. Seated near Econom was lucky in all the operations for which he was engaged, and was able to fairly fool people. He was busy, as a priest, in a blue satin and a horse in the apples from Norfolk in Canterbury. He ran Majord. Being able to steal and linger in time, he was richer in his master, he was scapegoat and had a good understanding of his business. The priest of the church court all swelled with fat, and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. In the blue satin and the horse in the apples from Norfolk, Canterbury traveled Majord. Being able to steal and linger in time, he was richer in his master, he was scapegoat and had a good understanding of his business. The priest of the church court all swelled with fat, and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. In the blue satin and the horse in the apples from Norfolk, Canterbury traveled Majord. Being able to steal and linger in time, he was richer in his master, he was scapegoat and had a good understanding of his business. The priest of the church court all swelled with fat, and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. Being able to steal and linger in time, he was richer in his master, he was scapegoat and had a good understanding of his business. The priest of the church court all swelled with fat, and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. Being able to steal and linger in time, he was richer in his master, he was scapegoat and had a good understanding of his business. The priest of the church court all swelled with fat, and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. and his little eyes looked at everyone extremely cleverly. No acid would scarlet the eternal mud on his beard and would not muffle the garlic snake that he poured into the wine. He could be useful to sinners, if they were paid, and brought with him a huge caravan of rye bread instead of a shield. Slavish devotee to him, a ride next to the Seller of the papal indulgences. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. The Prophet Indulgences Seller was traveling next. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky. The Prophet Indulgences Seller was traveling next. The lifeless strands of the rare, cluttered hair fringed his chelove, he sang and taught with a squeaky voice from the ambon and brought with him a box with indulgences, whose sale was surprisingly tricky.

Now all the above fun were sitting behind a table covered with all sorts of snow and reinforced their strength. When the dinner was over and the guests began to diverge, the owner of the taverns stood up and, thanking the guests for the rendered honor, drained his glass. Then he, laughing, noticed that the travelers should sometimes be bored and offered the pilgrims the following: each time a long road would have to tell a fictional or true story, and who would tell more interesting than anyone would be nicely treated on the return journey. As the judge, the Master proposed himself, warning that one who would shirk from the story would be severely punished. The pilgrims agreed with joy, for nobody wanted to miss, and the Master liked everything, even the most gloomy. And so, before going on the road, everyone began to draw a lot, who to tell the first one.

Knight's story

Once in Athens, the glorious lord of Theseus ruled. Having glorified himself with many victories, he finally captured Scythia, where he lived Amazon, and married his lord Hippolyte. When he proudly stood in front of his capital, preparing to enter it under the sounds of fanfare, a procession of women dressed in mourning approached him. Theseus asked them what had happened, and he was a little angry when he learned that these were the wives of famous Emperor of Theban, whose bodies were rotting in the sun, for the new ruler of Thebes, Creon, who had recently seized this city, did not allow them to be buried, leaving them to be torn to the birds. Theseus jumped up on a horse and rushed to his army to avenge the brutal Creon, leaving in Athens Hippolyte and her beautiful sister Emily. Thebes siege the army, the evil Creon fell in battle, fought by Theseus, and justice was restored. Among these fallen warriors Theseus found two wounded warriors of noble family. Theseus ordered to send them to Athens and hang them there in the tower, not agreeing to take a ransom for them. The young man was Arsita and Palamon. A few years passed. Once, the beautiful Emily walked through the garden, stretching out beside the tower, where unhappy prisoners languid, and sang like a nightingale. At this time, Palamon stared into the garden from the bay window of the dungeon. Suddenly, he saw the beautiful Emilia and almost lost consciousness, for he realized that he was in love. Arsita, who woke up from this scream, thought that his brother was ill. Palamon explained to him what his grief was, and Arsita decided to look at Emily. As he approached the robber, he saw her walking between the pink bushes, and felt the same as Palamon. Here began a terrible struggle between them. One accused the other, each considered his indisputable right to love Emily, and it was unknown until what had happened, do not remember the brothers in time about their position. Realizing that, as it turned out, they would never get out of jail, Arsita and Palamon decided to rely on their fate.

Just at this time, the noble military commander Perito, the kind friend of the lord of Theseus, arrived in Athens. Earlier, he binds the holy friendship with the young Arsity, and when he learned that he was languishing in the tower, Peritau tirelessly prayed Theseus to let him go. Having tossed out, Theseus finally gave his consent, but with the indisputable condition that if Arsita again appeared on the land of Athena, he would answer for that. The unfortunate Arsita was forced to flee to Thebes, curseing his fate and envious of Palamon, who remained in prison and could at times even see Emily. He did not know that at the same time Palamon complained to him, confident that his brother was happy, and not to him, a poor prisoner.

So flew a year or two. One day, when Arsita fell asleep, Mercurius appeared to him and advised him not to despair, but to go out to try happiness in Athens. Waking up, Arsita threw doubts and fears and decided to dare to penetrate the capital, dressed poorly and took with him only a friend. The torment of the heart so distorted his features that nobody could know him, and he was taken to the service of the palace, calling Philostrastom. He was so courteous and smart that the glory of a new servant flown to Theseus's ears, he brought Filostrat closer, making him his personal assistant and generously giving him. So Arsita lived in the courtyard, while his brother was already languishing in the tower for the seventh year. But somehow, on the night of the third of May, friends helped him escape, and under the cover of darkness he was hiding in a grove a few miles from the city. Palamon was not hoping for anything unless to go to Thebes and pray to gather their troops and go to war on Theseus. He did not know that in the same grove, where he was waiting for the day, he set off on a ride, Arsita. Palamon heard Arsita complaining about his fate, praising Emily, and, without suffering, jumped out into the clearing. Seeing each other, the brothers decided that only one could stay alive and enjoy the right to the heart of the queen's sister. There was a battle that began to appear, as if wild animals were caught in a deadly fight. that only one can stay alive and have the right to the heart of the queen's sister. There was a battle that began to appear, as if wild animals were caught in a deadly fight. that only one can stay alive and have the right to the heart of the queen's sister. There was a battle that began to appear, as if wild animals were caught in a deadly fight.

The noise of the battle drew the attention of the glorious Thesee, who passed the grove with his retinue. When he saw the bloodied knights, he found in them a deceiver servant and escaped prisoner and decided to punish them with death. After listening to their explanations, he had already given orders to kill the brothers, but when he saw the tears in the eyes of Hippolyte and Emily, touched by the ill-fated love of two young men, the heart of the generous monarch was softened, and he ordered the knights to fight for the right to marry the beautiful Emily here in a year, bringing with one hundred fighters each. There was no limit to the rejoicing of the two boys and the retinue of the generous Theseus when they heard such a verdict.

Exactly a year later, next to the grove, there was a huge, richly embroidered amphitheater where a duel was to take place. On its three sides, temples were erected, erected in honor of Mars, Venus and Diana. When the first warriors appeared, the amphitheater was already full. At the head of the hundreds of the wizards proudly Palamon walked along with the great Thracian military commander Lycurgus, on the other hand came the mighty Arsith. Next to him is the Indian Emmetri, the great ruler, and a little behind - a hundred strong, to match each other's fighters. They offered prayers to the gods, each to their patron, Arsita - Mars, Palamon - Venus. Beauty was prayed by Diana to Emily, so that she sent her to the husband of the one who loves more strongly. Everyone received with the help of mysterious signs the certainty that the gods will not leave in the trouble of their wards. And the competition began. According to the rules, the battle was to continue until both warlords found themselves within the boundaries of the boundary. The defeated should have been taken to milestones, which meant his defeat. Theseus gave a sign, and the crossed swords and spears rang. The blood flowed through the river, the injured fell, and those who were stronger, and no one could win, rose. But here Palamon, who fought like a lion, immediately surrounded twenty warriors, and the fierce Lycurgus could not help him. Palamon was seized by the hands, behind their feet and taken outside the field, to milestones. Here the battle was stopped ... Arsita came out winner despite the efforts of patronizing Palamon the goddess of love of Venus. and the crossed swords and spears rang. The blood flowed through the river, the injured fell, and those who were stronger, and no one could win, rose. But here Palamon, who fought like a lion, immediately surrounded twenty warriors, and the fierce Lycurgus could not help him. Palamon was seized by the hands, behind their feet and taken outside the field, to milestones. Here the battle was stopped ... Arsita came out winner despite the efforts of patronizing Palamon the goddess of love of Venus. and the crossed swords and spears rang. The blood flowed through the river, the injured fell, and those who were stronger, and no one could win, rose. But here Palamon, who fought like a lion, immediately surrounded twenty warriors, and the fierce Lycurgus could not help him. Palamon was seized by the hands, behind their feet and taken outside the field, to milestones. Here the battle was stopped ... Arsita came out winner despite the efforts of patronizing Palamon the goddess of love of Venus.

Joyful Arsita galloped up to meet his beloved, and suddenly from the depths of hell, from the horse's hooves, a vile fury burst out. The horse plunged into the ground from all sides, squeezing its rider. The audience was not afraid of the limit, the bloody Arsite with a broken breasts was urgently taken to the chambers of Theseus, who tore herself from grief.

Pass weeks, Artich everything worse and worse. Emily finds no place for her longing and sorrow, crying for days. Arsita's chest is full of pus, wounds inflamed. Feeling that he was dying, he called his bride and, kissing her, would be faithful to his courageous brother, whom he forgave all, because he loved him gently. After these words, Arsita merged his eyes and his soul flew away.

For a long time, the whole capital was grieving, mourning for the glorious warrior, Palamon and Emily were crying for a long time uncomfortably, but time, as is known, quickly healed wounds. Arsith was buried in the same grove, where they met with Palamon. Theseus burned up, called Palamon and said that, apparently, the order was ordered by a rock, before which man is powerless. Here also played a magnificent and merry wedding Palamon and Emily, who lived happily, loving each other passionately and devotedly, reverting the order of the unfortunate Arsity.

On this Knight ended his story.

Melnik's story

Somehow he lived in Oxford, a carpenter. He was a master by all means and enjoyed a well-deserved craftsman's reputation. He was rich and let his house into the house of carnivores. Among them was a poor student living in Alchemist, remembering the theorems and often surprising everyone with his knowledge. For a good temper and affection, everything was called Dushka Nikolaye. The carpenter's wife ordered her to live long, and he burnt down, married again to the young black-haired beauty Alison. She was so attractive and sweet that she was not in love with her, and among them, of course, was our student. Without suspecting, the old carpenter was still very jealous and looked after her young wife. Once, having arranged an innocent excitement with Alison, while the carpenter was not at home. Ducka Nikolaye, confessing her in her feelings, begged to give him at least one kiss. Alison who also liked a cute student, promised him to kiss, but only when a convenient case is presented. Then Dushka Nicholas and decided to inflate the old carpenter. Meanwhile, Alison also suffered a young church devotee Absalom. As he walked along the church, waving his incense, he only looked at Alison and sighed heavily. He was a loot and looter, and Alison was not at all pleased; all her thoughts were addressed to Nicholas.

One time at night, not wearing a thrill, Absalom took the guitar and decided to go to enjoy the rumor of his beloved sad couplets. Having heard this meow, the carpenter asked his wife what Absalom was doing under their fence, but the one who despised the knife said that she was not afraid of such a thief. At Duckling Nicholas on a love front, things were much better. After consulting with Alison, he took the supply of water and shed for a few days and locked himself in his room, did not go anywhere. In two days everyone was worried about where the student was gone and whether he was ill. Carpenter ordered to go ask him, but Nikolay did not open anyone. Here the kind carpenter was completely excited, for he heartfeltly loved Ducko Nicholas, and ordered to knock out the door. He saw Nicolas, who was sitting on the bed, who, without moving, gazed steadfastly into the sky. The carpenter began to shake him furiously to bring him to the senses, for he refused to eat and did not say a single word. After this kind of shaking, the student in a pogrom voice asked him to leave him alone with the carpenter. When all this was done, Nikolac leaned down to the carpenter's ear and, taking a terrible oath of silence from him, said that on Monday (and there was Sunday), the earth awaited a terrible flood, like that which was with Noah. Guided by the Divine Commerce, he, Nikolay, received a revelation to save only three people - Carpenter John, his wife Alison and himself. In horror, the carpenter lost his voice for a moment. The student ordered him to buy three large barrels or troughs and to strengthen them on the rafters so that, when the shower starts, it was convenient to get through a pre-made roof hole. It was necessary to climb into barrels to each one individually, so that at such a terrible hour nobody tempted the carnal temptation.

And then came the fateful night. The company quietly climbed E barrels, and the carpenter began to pray diligently, as was told, awaiting a terrible shower, and soon fell asleep with a strong sleep. Then the lovers quietly descended to spend the rest of the night in the Carpenter's bedroom. Meanwhile, the connoisseur Absalom, noticing that the carpenter does not appear all day long, and thinking that he was in isolation, went to try the happiness under the windows of Alison. When he carefully prepared the speech, Absalom came to the window and begged Alison to lend a kiss to him in a mocking voice. Then the carpenter's wife, lying in the embrace of the student, decided to joke over him. Opening the window and turning the ass, she put her in front of the knight, and he, without disassembling in the dark, kissed her, was horrified and, in addition, received a frame on the head. Hearing the loud laughter of Duckling Nicholas, Absalom decided to take revenge on the lovers. Wiping along the path of his lips, he rushed to the blacksmith, taking a hot spit on him. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. he rushed to the blacksmith, taking a hot coil on him. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. he rushed to the blacksmith, taking a hot coil on him. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. taking from him a burning coulter. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. taking from him a burning coulter. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Blacksmith Zherves did not dare to refuse to her friend, and now Absalom was already at the window again, with a hot coulter in her hand, Alison prayed out one more time. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Alison prays for another look. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Alison prays for another look. Here Nikolay decided to joke, pushed out of the window and deafly pushed straight to Absalomov's nose. The one only waited for this, typing Nicholas's ass to the coulter so that the skin fell off. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife. Dusk Nikolaye whined from the pain and cried: "The waters, the speed of the water ..." The carpenter who had woken up from this cry thought that the flood had already begun, cut off the rope on which the barrel hung, and ... with a deafening cracking crashed down. The neighbors fled to noise, Nicolae and Alison fled. Everyone laughed before dropping over the poor old man who was waiting for the end of the world and paid for it with a broken leg. That's how a sophisticated schoolboy managed to deceive the old carpenter and seduct his wife.

The story of Doctor

Titus Livia tells us that once in Rome, a noble knight named Virginia, who earned universal love for his generosity, lived. God awarded him his only daughter, in the beauty of his own goddess. When this story happened, the girl was fifteen years old. She was beautiful, like a flower, surprisingly reasonable and pure thoughts. There was not a man who would not admire her, but she did not allow her tough guys and did not go to the merry feasts that her peers arranged for.

One day, Virginia's daughter went with her mother to the temple, where the girl saw the district judge Appi and madly wished her. Knowing that she did not approach her, he decided to act as a deception. He called a guy named Claudius, an excellent villain, and generously rewarded him, told him everything. Together they made a ferocious conspiracy, and if everything came out of the plan, Claudia was expecting a good reward. Foretting a close victory, Appius sat in the court several days later, when Claudius came in and said that he wanted to complain to a certain knight named Virginia, who stole his slave from him and now issues her for his daughter. The judge heard him and said that without the defendant's presence, the court can not be resolved. Virginia was called, who, after hearing a false accusation, had already wanted to slander a liar, claiming that he had witnesses, as it was fit for a knight, but an impatient judge did not give him a word and issued a verdict according to which Virginia should give Claudius his "slave". Stunned Virginia came home and told everything to his daughter. Then he decided to kill her in order to avoid disgrace and abuse. His daughter, all in tears, asked only to give her time to mourn her life, to thank God for delivering her from disgrace. Then Virginia took a sword, cut off his only daughter's head, and carried this bloody gift into the ward, where he was impatiently expected by the judge and Claudius. They wanted to execute him there, but then the people burst into court and freed Virginia. A lustful judge was imprisoned, where he committed suicide. His friend, Claudius, was forever driven out of Rome. Stunned Virginia came home and told everything to his daughter. Then he decided to kill her in order to avoid disgrace and abuse. His daughter, all in tears, asked only to give her time to mourn her life, to thank God for delivering her from disgrace. Then Virginia took a sword, cut off his only daughter's head, and carried this bloody gift into the ward, where he was impatiently expected by the judge and Claudius. They wanted to execute him there, but then the people burst into court and freed Virginia. A lustful judge was imprisoned, where he committed suicide. His friend, Claudius, was forever driven out of Rome. Stunned Virginia came home and told everything to his daughter. Then he decided to kill her in order to avoid disgrace and abuse. His daughter, all in tears, asked only to give her time to mourn her life, to thank God for delivering her from disgrace. Then Virginia took a sword, cut off his only daughter's head, and carried this bloody gift into the ward, where he was impatiently expected by the judge and Claudius. They wanted to execute him there, but then the people burst into court and freed Virginia. A lustful judge was imprisoned, where he committed suicide. His friend, Claudius, was forever driven out of Rome. Then Virginia took a sword, cut off his only daughter's head, and carried this bloody gift into the ward, where he was impatiently expected by the judge and Claudius. They wanted to execute him there, but then the people burst into court and freed Virginia. A lustful judge was imprisoned, where he committed suicide. His friend, Claudius, was forever driven out of Rome. Then Virginia took a sword, cut off his only daughter's head, and carried this bloody gift into the ward, where he was impatiently expected by the judge and Claudius. They wanted to execute him there, but then the people burst into court and freed Virginia. A lustful judge was imprisoned, where he committed suicide. His friend, Claudius, was forever driven out of Rome.

Econom's story about the crows

Once, the great god of the Phoebus, or otherwise the Apollo, lived among men. He was a handsome knight, cheerful and brave, his raging arrows feared any enemy. The fair was able to play incredibly on lyre, harp, lute, and in such a strange voice, as he had, nobody possessed the world. By beauty and nobility nobody could compare with the great god. The Phoebus lived in a spacious house, where in the most beautiful of the rooms there was a golden cage. There was a crow crowed there. There are no such now, it was dazzlingly white and sang in a ringing voice, like a nightingale. The fair was very fond of her, taught to speak, and soon the crow began to understand everything and to imitate human voices precisely. In the same hermon lived a beautiful wife Phoebe. He madly loved her, cherished as a rare flower, gave away dear gifts and jealous of her to anyone. He did not invite guests to his house, fearing that anyone could seduce his wife, and kept her locked up like a bird in a golden cage. But everything is useless - the heart and all the thoughts of his beloved wife belonged to another. Once, Forbes has long been off, and the lover is here as here. Together with Fairy-tale lovely wife, they quench their passion in a room with a cell. The crows saw all this and, loyally to his master, was offended for him. When the Phoebe came back and walked over to the cage, the crow was crocheted: "U-kall! U-slave! U-kall! .. "Surprised by the strange change in the voice of his pet, Feb asked her what had happened. The raven told him rude and evil words that, while he was gone, the lover of the lover disharmoned the bed with his wife. Phoebus recoiled in horror, his rage overwhelmed him, he took his bow and, before refusing, pulled the string, killed his beloved wife. But everything is useless - the heart and all the thoughts of his beloved wife belonged to another. Once, Forbes has long been off, and the lover is here as here. Together with Fairy-tale lovely wife, they quench their passion in a room with a cell. The crows saw all this and, loyally to his master, was offended for him. When the Phoebe came back and walked over to the cage, the crow was crocheted: "U-kall! U-slave! U-kall! .. "Surprised by the strange change in the voice of his pet, Feb asked her what had happened. The raven told him rude and evil words that, while he was gone, the lover of the lover disharmoned the bed with his wife. Phoebus recoiled in horror, his rage overwhelmed him, he took his bow and, before refusing, pulled the string, killed his beloved wife. But everything is useless - the heart and all the thoughts of his beloved wife belonged to another. Once, Forbes has long been off, and the lover is here as here. Together with Fairy-tale lovely wife, they quench their passion in a room with a cell. The crows saw all this and, loyally to his master, was offended for him. When the Phoebe came back and walked over to the cage, the crow was crocheted: "U-kall! U-slave! U-kall! .. "Surprised by the strange change in the voice of his pet, Feb asked her what had happened. The raven told him rude and evil words that, while he was gone, the lover of the lover disharmoned the bed with his wife. Phoebus recoiled in horror, his rage overwhelmed him, he took his bow and, before refusing, pulled the string, killed his beloved wife. The crows saw all this and, loyally to his master, was offended for him. When the Phoebe came back and walked over to the cage, the crow was crocheted: "U-kall! U-slave! U-kall! .. "Surprised by the strange change in the voice of his pet, Feb asked her what had happened. The raven told him rude and evil words that, while he was gone, the lover of the lover disharmoned the bed with his wife. Phoebus recoiled in horror, his rage overwhelmed him, he took his bow and, before refusing, pulled the string, killed his beloved wife. The crows saw all this and, loyally to his master, was offended for him. When the Phoebe came back and walked over to the cage, the crow was crocheted: "U-kall! U-slave! U-kall! .. "Surprised by the strange change in the voice of his pet, Feb asked her what had happened. The raven told him rude and evil words that, while he was gone, the lover of the lover disharmoned the bed with his wife. Phoebus recoiled in horror, his rage overwhelmed him, he took his bow and, before refusing, pulled the string, killed his beloved wife.

After him, the worm of regrets began to soar. He broke his musical instruments, broke his bow and arrows, and frenziedly threw himself at the crow, saying to her with contempt: "A foolish creature, in vain, I obeyed your teachings; the serpentine poison consumed your speeches, because I killed my wife, who is innocent in front of me. Because of your slander, I have forever lost my beloved spouse and the delights of my eyes. In the punishment for your lies you will no longer be white as jasmine, and you will become black and ugly, you will not drink more like a nightingale, but you will sneak up, foretold bad weather, and people will not love you. " And a terrible god grabbed a jealous bird, fluttered the white feathers from her, and threw a black monastic rice on her, took away the gift of speech, and then threw it out into the street. Since then, all the crows are black, like a pitcher, and loudly screaming, complaining about their distant ancestor.