The story of the fisherman and the devil

once upon a time, there was an old fisherman who lived by the sea, and his family, five of whom were fishing for a living, had difficulty living, sometimes without any food for days.

one day at noon, the old fisherman went to the seaside to fish in his rotten clothes, as usual.

years of fishing have made it a habit for an old fisherman to spread nets only four times a day.

at that point, the old fisherman rolls up his sleeves and scatters the first net into the sea.

in a short period of time, he felt that the nets were so heavy that they could not be pulled out of their full body.

based on his years of fishing experience, he judged it to be a big fish, so he crucified a stake on the shore, tied the cord to the stake, took off his clothes and jumped into the sea.

he pulled the net off the shore and finally succeeded.

however, when he came ashore and was about to get the big fish, he was disappointed by what he saw, not a big fish, but a dead donkey whose net had been torn apart.

the old fisherman's heart is sore, he shakes his head and groans, "ah! after all these years of fishing, we've never gotten this weird thing.

lord! please help me catch a big fish, so i can get some food, and my wife and kids are hungry." and when he thought that he had spent his whole life working hard and that he had come to poverty, he said to himself, “o people of suffering, do not be so hard, and hard work alone will not make people clothe themselves.

haven't you seen it yet? i was a fisherman who fished by the sea, day and night, and worked hard all day, but ended up without a fish tail, while the fish were eaten by people who were lying in their nests at night and were not hit by the cold, and they bought the fish to enjoy it.

lord! i do not understand why you are so unfair that hard-working people are not able to enjoy the fruits of their work, while the idle people sit there and enjoy the fruits of others' labour.” the old fisherman said it was full of tears, but at this point he seemed to hear his little daughter crying so hungry.

he had to ask god for help again.

may you bless me and let me spread the net again, in return for it.” come on, the old fisherman threw a second net into the sea.

he grabbed the rope with his hand and said in his mouth, “deprivation causes pain, but must learn to endure.

don't tell anyone about your misfortune, which is a sign of your wide-ranging heart.

i would urge those who are poor not to complain to the cruels against the lord of beneficent.” the fisherman's eyes were on the internet and, for a while, he began to collect the nets, which were heavier than the previous one.

once again, the old fisherman is full of hope, and this time the big fish will be caught.

as before, he took off his clothes, dived into the sea, used all his energy to drag the net up to shore, but this time caught a vat filled with mud.

the old fisherman stood there, crying and crying, and he was desperate, and he said, "fate, please stop being so cruel to meyes; if you do not want to give up, give me a little mercy.

i've spent my whole life on the sea to make a living, but i've ended up in a state of insufficiency and in a state of intoxication.

and those who wander and wander in the land, and live in luxuries, and they do not know all day what sorrow is, and those who learn but live in the deserts, and do their work in silence, but what do they receive? i cannot understand why fate is so cruel to the poor, because they live in poverty and hunger all day.” in order to provide for their families, fishermen have no choice but to clean up their nets and ask again for help from their lord, and then courageously enter the sea of the waves.

the sea dipped into his rags, and he cast a third net into the water in utter disregard, with one hand holding it tight.

this time, the old fisherman did not hurry and waited a long time before he slowly began.

this time, however, the old fisherman was even more sad, and the net was full of bones, broken glass and shells.

this time, the old fisherman was devastated, crying, "oh, lord? is this what you gave me to feed and clothe me with? of course, there is nothing to replace food and clothing, which is so unequally distributed.

those who do bad things are always in such good fortune that they eat and dress all day long, while the scholars who read poetry are not even full.

death, will you come to me? i can't stand this unfair arrangement! in fact, it is not surprising to think that some birds fly in the air, flying in and out of the sky without any food, while others eat and drink without moving their feet, and eat well and drink well, does it not make any sense?" the old fisherman cried and remembered that his wife and children were starving, and they couldn't do it, and they went on with the net.

so he dried up his eyes, and put his hands together and prayed to the sky: “o lord of the beneficent, be kind when i cast a net for the last time.” my family is waiting for me to get fish for food.

i've spilled three nets today, but i haven't caught a fish tail.

the lord of charity? give me the food of this day.

or the family will starve." the old fisherman prays to the lord while he stretches the net into the sea.

it took a long time for the old fisherman to pick up the net, but this time it was heavier than the last three times, and he cried hard: "oh lord! help me! i've done everything i can." but when he thought about this terrible world, he lamented, "why is this world so unfair? shall i suffer from a long-term disaster? in the past, some people used to think that we were the happiest fishers, but now they're eating the last meal, eating the fish in the morning and starving if they don't catch the fish at night.

poor old fisherman said, like before, take off the rags, dive in the water, go through it a few timesworking hard, they finally landed the nets from the sea floor.

the old fisherman came up with the courage to see what was in the net and discovered that this time he caught a yellow copper bottle, shaped like a warm cane's gall bottle, with a tin closed in its mouth and a large print of roman.

the fisherman saw the copper bottle, and he thought, “there's no white light today, and if he took it to the market, he would sell ten gold coins.” old fisherman picks up a copper bottle, and it's heavy.

it's like it's heavy.

at that time, he had forgotten the first three things, and thought there was something of value.

i decided to open the cap and see it.

so he scraped the tin out of the bottle with a knife, and then he threw it down, rolled it up a few times on the floor, and he pushed it down, trying to pour it out, but nothing.

the old fisherman then put the bottle up, for a while, with a smoke coming out of the bottle and rising up, and then it spread into the air, slowly coming together, and then turned into a giant smoke, and then into a giant devil.

his face was ugly, his head was so big, his eyes were like copper bells, a line of sharp and long teeth with his fingers like iron fork in his mouth.

the old fisherman was scared to the ground by this horrible devil, shivering his limbs, and he fell to the ground.

it took a long time to wake up and he heard the devil say to himself: “god is the master of everything, solomon is a believer of god.

solomon, please don't kill me.

from now on i will live in peace with you and obey all your orders.” having heard that, the fisherman felt strange, and he asked, surprisedly, “what are you talking about? how can solomon be a believer of god? solomon died 1800 years ago.

how can you be with him? tell me where you're from and what you're doing.

and how did you get into a copper bottle?" "i don't understand what you congratulate me on." "i congratulate you on seeing god immediately." "i took so much effort to get you out of the bottom of the sea and release you from the copper bottle, and you will avenge me and kill me.

why? did i do something wrong?" "you have to choose how you will die.

i have no patience to wait." "devil, tell me why.

where have i offended you?" "well, i'll let you die.

listen to my story." "speak to me, and tell me in a simple manner, that i am terrified of you." "poor old fisherman, perhaps you don't know that i was an angel who was an enemy to solomon.

solomon hated me so much that he let his men catch me.

“and when i was seized with him, he was kind to me, asking me to be righteous, and to be a man again, and to obey his command, and i was not repenting.

solomon did nothing to meFine, put me in this copper bottle and put a big stamp on it, and then let his men throw it into the sea.

“I've been in the sea for hundreds of years, and I've always wanted someone to save me.

And I was thrown into the sea in the first century, and vowed that if someone could save me, We would surely give him thanks and give him gold and silver, and give him an infinity of glory.

“However, I have waited a hundred years and no one has come to save me.

So I put hope in the second century, and I said to myself, "If anyone can save me in this century, I will give him all my underground treasures.

'But no one came to save me.' “So I put hope in the third century, and I said to myself, ‘If someone comes to me in this hundred years, I will surely give him everything I have.

'But I've been in the bottle for another hundred years, and no one has come to save me.' I was very angry, and I vowed: "From now on, if someone comes to rescue me, I will kill him alive, but he can choose the way he saved me.

"My poor fisherman, now you understand why I'm going to kill you.

It's only your bad luck.

If you'd saved me a hundred years ago, you'd have had a good life now.” "That's weird.

How am I supposed to save you at this hour and end up dead? Give me a break.

My family is waiting for me.

If you kill me, they will starve to death.

If you don't kill me, the Lord will help you defeat your enemy." "No, I must keep my promise and choose the way you die." “Devil, I saved you with kindness, and you're going to kill me.

It's an immoral act.

Please think twice about it.” "Well, don't say another word.

You have no choice but to die." The fisherman thought, "My life is not bad, God will protect me from death." So he came up with a good way to conquer the devil.

He asked the devil, "Are you really going to kill me?" “So before I die, I want to ask you a question, and I want you to answer me honestly.” "All right, say it." "How can a small bottle of copper not fit one of your feet, so that you can bear such a large body?" "Old fisherman, don't you believe I can get into this little bottle?" "Yes, I never believed what I didn't see."