Polish folk story: the story of the prosecution

there is a poor farmer who lives not far from the lord's estate.

all his property is a cow.

on that day, his cattle entered the old man ' s feed and were found dead with a sharp knife.

when the wife begged for help, the farmer rose up to ask the master for compensation.

the master told some servants to push the farmer to the stool and beat him with ten whips.

the farmers were beaten to pieces.

back home, he told his wife about the beating.

his wife asked him to sue the king.

but how can it be written? the farmer is blind and blind and he finally figured out a way.

he brought in a plank, which was emptied, and then carved the landlord's estate and his own small house on it, and carved out where the cattle ran into the landlord's feed, and where they were stabbed to death.

he then carved a bench, and he was lying on the bench, next to which 10 lanes were carved, indicating that he had received 10 lashes.

after the carving, the farmer carried the plank and headed for the capital, where he went to the king to sue the master.

in a great forest, he met a hunter.

"hello!" the farmer salutes the hunter.

"thank you.

where are you going?" the hunter asked.

the farmer replied, “i go to the king and accuse the landlord of our village.” "how did he bully you?" the hunter asked.

from behind, the farmers took the planks and pointed them to the hunters.

the hunters saw it for a while.

they didn't understand anything.

farmers are strange: why can't they see? it's simple! and he said, “this is my house, the estate of the lord of the land, and the pastures.

my cow ran in here and was stabbed to death.

it's a bench and 10 signs, and i'm here with 10 whips." "now i understand everything," the hunter says, "go to the king and he will help you." the hunters are gone and the farmers continue to drive.

he had no idea that the hunter was the king he wanted to see.

the farmer came to the king's castle and was led into a decorated hall.

the king sits on the throne of gold, with a crown of gold on his head, a red robe and twelve servants standing next to him.

the farmer gave the plank to the first squire, asking, “my lord, read it, and i write it all in peace.”