The poor and the little devil

once upon a time, in a village, there was a poor farmer whose wife and children were often unable to eat.

he worked hard, early and late, but things were never going well.

he had no way out of that poor life.

“what is this for? why do i never get out of poverty?” the poor think so.

in fact, the reason for this is that under the stoves in his hut there is a bunch of demons who are always messing with him.

the farmers had something to do with it, and they completely destroyed it.

they're always trying to set him up and bring disaster to him: rotting the wheat, killing the cow and bringing their pigs into the farmer's garden.

on one occasion, the farmer brought a piece of butter and a large piece of bread for the children.

this farmer is a music-loving man who likes to play the violin and plays it well.

so, after lunch that day, he pulled out the violin and started pulling it up.

when the children heard the music, they stood up, held their hands between their waists and started dancing! ahem! look! it seems as if some little things are dancing with them: the little ones are tiny, their bodies are small, their hands are long, their neck is thin, their faces are ugly and their faces are evil.

there's plenty of them.

they can't even count.

the poor guess, they must be poor people.

so he set aside the violin and wanted to catch them, but the poor little ones ran in groups under the stove.

they're squeezing, squeezing, squeezing under the stove.

the poor immediately came up with a way to free themselves from their harm.

when the little devil was drilling under the stove, he asked them, "hey, you guys are crowded under the stove and you don't feel well sitting there." but the little devils answered, "no, it's not bad! we're good! we're good! we're safe everywhere!" the poor took out their horned smoker box and smelled a snout and said, "can you settle in this horned box?" "can you settle down?" the little devils answered.

"well, let's try it.

see how you two feel." it says that the poor just put that lided cigarette box down.

"where are you all?" the sound from the cigarette box says, "now, we're all in your box!" "who else left under the stove?" "not one left, all in your box! all here!" the poor want it.

he immediately closed the cigarette box and went to the mill, which had been used for years, and stuffed it under a very heavy grinder.

“please stay here forever, i don't need you!” when it's done, he goes home.

from that day onwards, the lives of the poor began to improve.

he does everything he wants.

everythingVery well.

He got rich and the kids stopped starving.

He has a lot of cattle and a lot of pigs.

It's strange to see him rich.

In this village there is another farmer, a rich man, and no one in the village is richer than him.

He is an extremely jealous man, and the world will never find another jealous man like him.

If any man is not poor and does not flatter him, he will lose his temper.

When he hears this poor man out of poverty and becomes as rich as he is, he should be so angry, it goes without saying!