Flying Chest (Tale #1)

Once upon a time there was a merchant; so rich, so rich, that they could cover all the streets with their silver coins. But he did not do anything like that; because he knows very well where he will use his money. If he gets a penny from his pocket, he has won two cents. Yes, this man is a smart man, but like everyone else, he's dead.

All her inheritance is for your son. The merchant's son began to throw away the money and throw away the blend; every night he went to a masked balloon, made flying kites from paper parcels, and used gold instead of stone, shifted it into the water and had fun. Fortunately, the fortune quickly drained water; a bunch of coins, a pair of old slippers, and a tattered grasshopper. Then, some of their friends have gone away because they do not want to look like a miserable person like him. Only a good-hearted friend sent him an old trunk and said, "You put the sparkle inside!" Well, well, ours has nothing to put in it! So into it you thought you were seated.

But this trunk is not from the trunks we know! Kilidine did not touch, he started to fly. When the merchant's son prints his finger on the chair, hop in the trunk of the house! he jumped up and started to move between the clouds. But when he was flying he crashed dangerously. Young man, his chest is going to be torn down and I'm afraid that I will fall down. There has never been something like this from Allah. Flying, flying, mountains have crossed the hills, finally reaching the Turkish territory. Lying at the bottom, he hid under the dry leaves in the grove of the forest, and then he held the road to the city. He was relaxed because all the Turks were walking around like cardigans and slippers around him. Then a milk with a small child in her arms came across the mother. "Look at me, lady!" "I'll ask you something. I saw a palace at the entrance of the city, all of the windows were very high, what is the object of this? "" The daughter of our sultan sat there, "said the woman," when the lady sultan was born a fortune teller said that she would suffer very much because of her affection, no one can see him! "" Thanks, "said the son of the merchant, returned to the forest, entered and sat in the chest again, as if he had been ventilated and laid on the roof of the palace. The lady sultan was sleeping on a sidewalk. She was so beautiful that she could not hold herself and kissed her. The lady sultan awakened by splashing and when she saw her in the face of the lad, she started to tremble from fear. But to our daughter, the periler was the son of the sultan, when she said that she was flying to see her, this lady was very much in love with the Sultan.

They started to sit and chat. The boy gave the girl compliments. Is it because of the beautifulness of the forehead, which looks like snowy mountains, that you have disappeared into your deeply ponded eyes? And of course the lady conquered the sultan's heart, and the girl was shot to the boy!
"Well," said the lady sultan, "you come back on Saturday evening, that day my mother and sister will come to me. Periler I will marry the sultan's son and make them proud. But you have to tell beautiful stories during the conversation, because they both love to listen to stories. My mommy loves more tutorials and my dad is funny and funny! "" I have nothing more to offer than a fairy tale as a wedding gift! "Said the young man and so he broke up and said good-bye; but before we left, the lady gave the sultan a golden pouch of gold. This is, of course, ours.

The merchant's son went to buy himself a nice caftan, then returned to the woods and began to think about the tiles he was going to tell. It should be ready by Saturday evening, and it's not such an easy task, of course! When the Saturday night came, he had a fairy tale. The Sultan, the governor, the Sultan and all the leaders of the palace were waiting for the Princess with the Princess. They met him with great joy. "You will tell us a fairy tale," the deceased valide sultan, "the deep meaning is hidden, a teaching tale!" "But at the same time it will be funny!" Said the sultan.
"My tastamam will be," said the young man, "and once upon a time there was a box of matches," he said, "all of them boasted of their noble past. The tree they are carved, the great pine tree, is the oldest, largest tree in the forest. Now, in a kitchen, he fell into an old iron pot with a lighter and told them their past days.

'What days were they?' "Before we were chipped and taken out of the tree, we were actually on a green branch. It was like dew, pearl grains that accumulated in the morning and evening hours. On sunny days we washed in daylight, the little birds told us stories. We were aware that we were rich because, while the other trees were only dressed in the summer months, our family had the opportunity to wear a lush garment in summer and winter. But one day the woodsman came, everything changed and our family became miserable. The wooden tree that we were at, a sail stake was made to a magnificent ship wandering the world, the other branches were scattered here and there, the job of burning this miserable fire fell ... We are not worthy of this kitchen, but what shall we do! '

The iron pot that stands next to the matches that said 'I am not my destiny!' "Since the day I came to the world, I have been polished and boiled hundreds of times. I give you continuity, and so to tell you the truth, I am the leading asset in this house. My only happiness is to be brought to the table in an immaculate, sparkling state and to have a nice nice chat with my friends. Not counting the occasional water bucket, we all live here, behind closed doors. We learn what's going on in the world from the market bag, but he speaks in a very provocative manner when talking about the government and the public. Just recently, an old pot fell on the surface of fear and was divided into a thousand pieces.

'Oh, you've stretched it!' Struck the lighter stone and sparkled. 'Will we never have a cheerful evening?' 'Yes, yes, let's talk about who's more noble!'
"No, I do not like talking about myself!" 'Let's organize a good fun! First of all, let me explain something, then everyone joins in order ... So everybody gets warm and enjoyable! "Then he began to say," In a gulf on Ostsee * ", the plates that started to cry out," Great introduction! " "It's obviously a story that everyone will enjoy!" The pot continued: "Yes, I was young here with a quiet, quiet good family. The furnishings were polished brightly, everything was cleanly wiped clean, the curtains changed every two weeks! 'How beautiful are you telling us!' Said the broom, 'Is the cleanliness involved in the work, everything else is becoming!'
"It certainly is!" And jumped out of buckets and enjoyable shrill sounds. He continued to tell the pots, and the end of the story was fun as well.

When the story of Tencerin is over, the plates are not joyful, the broom is made of a few green parsley dregs from the garbage can, making a wreath and putting on his head because he knows what others will say to me, today I wear a woken wreath and tomorrow he wears me! he thought.
Masha said, 'I am going to dance to you!' Oh my God, the festivity in the houses is a dance: how he lifts his legs! The old chair at the corner, which looked like this, burst out of the head laugh. 'Eee, the witch is a wreath for me!' And they put a wreath on it. At that time, the matches were thinking, "What a joke!"

He wants a teapot to sing, but he has not apologized by claiming he's cold; Cause she can only sing while boiling. This attitude of the tea was evaluated as nose size, and everyone thought that he wanted to sing in front of his masters, and underestimated them.
On the edge of the window, an old goose down maid used to write the maid. He had no other qualities apart from diving into the ink, but he was proud of it.

'If the teapot does not want to sing, let him know, give it to him!' 'There's a nightingale hanging outside, he's singing to us; though there is not much training on this subject, but it is enough to entertain us tonight! "" I found this saying extremely unfit! " He is one of the cooks of the kitchen, and he counts himself as a sister with a teapot. 'To listen to a foreign bird! Where is the patriotism! Let's ask the market basket, what he will wear in this issue! "" I'm just angry! "Market basket. 'I am as angry as anyone can imagine! This is the way to enjoy the evening! Would not it be better to put a household on your house? Replace everybody, I'll manage the fun! "" Let's do a hoopla! " At that moment the door was opened. The maid came in. Everyone was silent when I saw him, and he did not get stuck. Everybody cut off his voice, but there was not a single pot that did not think 'I wish I could arrange this fun just fine!'

The maid took the girl's matches and burned them. Oh my God, how are they catching flames? 'Everyone saw it,' thought the matches, 'we are the first ones here! How do we shine, how do we shine? '

When the merchant's son finished the fairy tale, he said, "This is a great fairy tale!" "I felt myself in the kitchen, near the matches! Yes, you can now marry my daughter! "" Yes, "said the sultan," you will marry our daughter on Monday! "The ladies addressed you, because she was a family member. When the wedding date is determined, the whole city is equipped with lights, the public donuts, candies distributed, the festivity of children calling the streets shouting began to fest.

The son of the merchant who thought, "I have to do something, too!" And bought fireworks and fireworks. Then I sat down to take off and start to burn everything! A noise, a fuss, do not ask! Everyone jumped in the air. They were surprised at what they would do because they never saw such a thing until that day. Thus, they realize that the Sultan's sultans really get married to the son of the fairy sultan! The merchant's son decided not to go to town again as he thought he would go back to the forest. He thought, "Let's go check it out, what's going on around here, everybody else?" Well, it's also normal to wonder.

What are the people who told me, what is it? Everyone they ask and inquire about is transferring what they see, but as a result everyone has a lot of good looks.
"I saw the fairy sultan's son with my own eyes," he said, "eyes that shine like stars, and a white beard." "He was dressed in a cloak from the fire," said the other, "the little peers were staring through the folds of the cloak." and the next day he would have a wedding.

Then he went back to the woods to enter the quarry, but he had not searched it, he could not find it! There was a firework burning in the crate and the chest was burnt down! Poor lad is fucking sad. Because he will not be able to fly anymore and his fiancée will not be able to meet him. The lady stood waiting all day in the roof of the palace for the Sultan. He still kept on waiting. The young man wanders the world and tells everyone stories. But these tales are no longer as fun as the story told when he went to the sultan as the son of the fairy sultan.