Proud is punished

many painters have been invited to the palace to paint a portrait of king miroslav.

the young king wanted to marry a queen.

in many pictures of the princess and the duchess, he had first seen one of them and did not want to choose anyone else to be his wife.

so now some people are also invited to draw his portrait in order to give it to the princess and formally propose to her.

when the painters gathered, the king said to them, "dear gentlemen, i invite you to come and want you to draw me a picture.

i don't want you to gloat me, but, conversely, if you paint something worse than my real look, i'd be happy." "your majesty, why should we be adoring you?" the artists said, "we'd be so happy if we could paint your true image." the painters have been enthusiastically engaged in creative work and, in a short period of time, several king's portraits have been placed in a magnificent hall.

the king and his ministers came to watch and were ready to choose the most suitable one for the princess.

“i think, your majesty,” a minister said, “your looks are better than all these pictures, and i see none of them make his face look real”.

"i don't want them to paint me so beautiful.

i think that if i look more beautiful than a picture, the princess won't be angry." in accordance with that principle, the king had chosen a less popular picture, placed it in a gold frame with stones, sent his best squire to propose to the father of the beautiful princess with a bride price and waited for their return with indescribable urgency.

of course, a few days later they returned, a sad face full of anger, and miroslav did not hear any good news from them.

his majesty the king, the messengers came to the king and said, “we have been humiliated before, and we are afraid to speak to you in truth.” "whatever you say, just say it." “the king was kind enough to welcome us, and i heard that you would be happy to marry the princess of beauty.

the next day we went to the princess to greet her, and no one dared to take a kiss from her hand, but kissed her under her robe, and she looked down and looked at your picture and said to us when we turned back, "the king on the picture didn't even fit me in a shoelace!" we're ashamed, the blood is red.

the old king advised us not to turn her back on her words, and he himself had been humiliated by her daughter many times, saying that she would surely be well and that the princess should have promised the marriage.

but we don't think such a queen can be a real mother to the people, and we leave there with nothing to do.” “this is the wisest approach, and i am quite satisfied with your attitude.

leave the rest to me." the king replied that the proud princess was red.

he had been thinking for a long time about what to do, and finally his perceptive mind had found a path he would most like to follow.

he called one of his seniors to see his own thoughtslou gave it to the only one and got his approval.

the next day, all the men in the palace were assembled because the king was ready to go.

he entrusted the affairs of the state to the ministers and left the palace under the authority of the former minister.

the king left on the third day.

at the kingdom ' s border, the king sent all his men back to the palace, alone, with some clothes and money to keep moving.

on a beautiful spring day, the princess came to the garden for a walk.

she's beautiful as a fairy, but her face is like a rose without scent and a garden without warm sunshine.

but her heart is still kind, as the tears of sympathy often shed for the misfortune of the poor, soared with generosity.

just don't let any beggars come near her, or their dirty hands touch her.

many kings had proposed to her, but she refused.

her thoughts are like the wings of eagles, and she can't go up to the sun.

the old king often blamed her and warned her that excessive pride would be punished by god.

but she answered, “my fiancé must be more than everyone, with beauty, dignity, artistic talent and great knowledge, or never be my husband.” while the princess was walking around in the garden, her father came in and said, “my daughter, i brought a young man to work and made him the garden manager.

but i think it's a bit of a trick for him: i'm surprised that he knows literature and art and music like he knows gardening.

so i'm very happy to leave him in our palace, and we've never had such a learned man.

what do you think?" "i can't say anything because i haven't seen him yet.

but i think, father, you must have done the right thing because such a man is as precious as jewels in our palace.

if he's so good at music, he can continue to teach me how to play the harp.

i miss the late music teacher.

go get him!" the king is happy to do so.

the princess came to the palace and, not long ago, miroslav walked in.

"madam of mercy, kneel down at your feet and pay you a deep tribute, waiting for your command." miroslav said that it was a bold act that she had never experienced when she kneeled down at the foot of the princess, kissed her expensive robe and looked at the princess.

the proud princess is red-faced, staring straight at roses just removed from the garden.

she had no idea what the tragedy of the forthcoming flower bud would be for her.

in this sweet bed, made of roses, with an evil god with a bow with a string, the arrows of the bow dipped in the most poisonous of poison, and the beauty princess gave a glimpse of the roses in which life was at stake, and the evil gods set an arrow, and she felt a pain in her heart, and there was no cure.

"what's your name?" after a while she asked miroslav.

"miroslav." he answered.

"miroslav, father said you were good at music, and i wanted a teacher to finish my harp, and i would be grateful if you could take over from my late music teacher." "it would be a great pleasure for me if i could stay and serve the princess."“other things let your father tell you,” the princess said, “push up and signal that strangers can leave.

but the princess stood there for so long that she did not know what had happened.

it was as if there was a seductive voice in her head, a beautiful music was ringing, and her heart was hot, as if the sun was smiling at her for the first time after many long nights in prison, opening the door to her heart and making every corner of it full of sunlight.

a few footsteps interrupted her thinking and the king came.

"well," he said, "did you accept miroslav as your teacher?" "i made this proposal to him, but i'm still considering when to start the class." “whatever you say, when i mention the name miroslav, i think of king miroslav, who came to propose to you, and i worry every day that he can't stand your insults and will send troops to attack us.

daughter, you made a big mistake." leave me alone, father! if i choose this king as my son-in-law, it's a bad thing, and i stick to my opinion.” the king walked away after a moment of reflection.

the next day, everything calmed down and music lessons started.

miroslav is a passionate teacher, and princess america is a focused student whose cold appearance, ensnared in the pride of her heart, has become gentler and her maids have often whispered, “what happened to our princess?” no one dared touch her hand before, but now she doesn't mind kissing miroslav's hand whenever she says goodbye.” love conquers the proud princess.

miroslav has been in court for a long time, and everyone loves him, especially princess may, even though she does not admit it herself.

as soon as she arrived in the garden, she always said hello to the garden manager with a little pride, but she wouldn't sit anywhere except for miroslav's long bench, which had been prepared for her overnight, and her fragrance.

she could not keep being so cold, but she did not wish to say a few words of thanks to his hospitality and then began to talk, because the princess always had questions and instructions.

this is often the case in classes.

when she's in a bad mood, the squires have to remove the teacher and say the princess is not interested in studying.

she'll be in a good mood soon, and the waiters will have to go around and get her teachers.

when she was in a particularly good mood, she extended her hand to him to give him a kiss, an honour that even the highest-ranking nobles had not received.

in the evening, the princess sat by the window, singing with a harp, and miroslav sat next to her, staring at her beautiful face as the sun shines.

suddenly she stopped playing and gave the harp to the teacher.

"as for me, i will sing you a song." miroslav said the princess agreed.

he started.

but what kind of song is that? soon, the princess felt that she heard the sound of silver bells calling her to pray to god; and later it sounded like a sweet nightingaleIt leads you into the arms of your lover.

The sun has fallen behind the mountains, and its last ray of light is on the glass window, unmasked the veil of the heart of the proud, like a spider web.

She quietly leaned on Miroslav and shed tears on his hand.

Miroslav said as if he had not seen: "This song is for farewell, my merciful queen! I should leave tomorrow." "What did you say, Miroslav? You can't leave here! Princess Miroslav's hand was seized by her voice.

The door opened at this moment.

Father walked in.

"That's the man you love?" He said to the surprised daughter in cold blood.

"Yes, Father, I love him." The princess answered with pride.

“You know, he lacks one of the conditions you're asking of him — noble man.” “I know that Miroslav is not from a noble family, but I love him.

I love him even less." "Well, let your fiancé stay here for an hour, but you can't stay in this palace for a long time, lest you embarrass me again!" At that point, Miroslav kneeled before the King and said, “I cannot let the princess suffer for me, I leave immediately and everything will be forgotten”.

The King ignored this and soon called for the acceptance of the pastor, and after an hour, the proud princess, Mei Mei, became the wife of poor Miroslav.

She stood in front of the Miyagi Gate in a common and coarse dress and was in a heavy mood to say goodbye to her father.

The father was not very happy to have blessed them, and she was thrown out of the palace like a poor girl.

But she quickly took the courage to take her husband's hand and boarded the carriage with him to the Kingdom's border.

"Honey, my baby," Miroslav said to Mimi, "What do we do now? I have a brother in Kyoto who works in the palace there and can help me find a job, but before that we have to think through poverty." "Don't we have some money? I'm going to do some work for someone, and I'm going to try to lighten your burden." Princess Mimei comforted her husband, saying that although she was not at ease.

Miroslav had hired a car in a small town closest to them, in order not to walk without his wife, who was used to suffering.

When they arrived in the Kingdom's capital, Miroslav rented a small house and lived with beauty.

He agreed to sell all his valuables and buy some regular clothes, and they did so, and even the only ring on beauty's hands came out for money.

"Now I'll get you a job," Miroslav said the next day, "My brother may be able to help." He left and came back with a little burden at noon.

He opened the package and brought out a piece of soft fabric and a few fruits.

"Look, my dear, I brought you a job, and you'll get a decent pay.

My brother gave the fruit, my dear wife, how could I let you be kingIs your daughter suffering from this? You're used to the good, but now you have to work for others and endure poverty.

Miroslav complained of suffering and kissed his wife ' s hand, and he did not say how much he loved her until he got married.

“What are you complaining about,” she replied, “It's my pleasure to have a soft smile in my eyes.” She was happy to pick up the soft fabric and work willingly.

She was working very hard, not even at night, and stopped only when she prepared her husband ' s meals.

When the work was done, he was wearing a white hat to deliver the work with Miroslav.

Miroslav asked her to take her work to a beautiful house where the servants took her through several rich halls and went to her bedroom.

She was extremely sad when the domestic servants slit her nose and looked her in the eye and took her money.

His face was burning and tears were pouring into his eyes, as a noble lady came in.

Asked what had happened here, and after looking at her needlework, the servant was instructed to pay the tailor.

It was with gratitude that I bowed to my wife and flew out of the house.

Miroslav didn't say anything about what she just said.

She wondered whether that was what her waitresses did to the tailor and her workers。