One day a villan went by – a peasant, speaking in Russian, – with his wife on Sunday for mass. The priest preaches reading, they say, the Lord will reward a hundredfold for every gift from a pure heart. A peasant with a woman is coming home, and he says that, say, Burenka does not have much milk to give us, that if we give it to God for something?! A woman agreed, why not give. He brought a peasant Burenka out of the stable and to the ass: take, they say, a victim, than they are rich, so they are glad, I swear, there is nothing more to give, there is nothing. Says Kon-stan’s father, he rejoices in himself: “Go in peace, the Lord will reward you, your wealth will increase.” Everyone would be so glad, so I would have an entire herd of parish cattle. ” Villan is home, and the greedy priest commands his own, that, he says, Burenka got used to our meadow, tie it with our Belyanka. Tied the cows with one rope. Which of its own, so that the grass would only be plucked, but someone else pulls home, but can pull it all the way, and across the field, through the woods, through the village and other meadow – to his home back, so Belyanka populist and dragged. The peasant woman: “Look, he said after all, my father, that is repaid a hundredfold! Two times it’s already coming out!” The crib is more spacious to put time to ripen. ” What kind of morality can we deduce from this story? Clever, if on
God hopes, will go twice or more. And the fool will take the last. The main thing is that your hand should go. Vaughn pop: if only he knew where he was going to fall, the straw would have tasted it! ..
By the way, if a person knows how to earn well and still wants to live widely, he can not escape anywhere from slanderers and envious persons. Look closely who and how he walks at the table – out of ten, six will blacken him at any convenient opportunity, and nine – with envy are ready to get mad. And when people are in front of him bend and gossip.
I mean, there was a priest in one rich village. The skopid was excellent, had accumulated everything that was possible, and had a lot of money, and clothes, and so on. The money was not shy and the grain, for example, could always hold to a better time, when a good price will be established. The main thing, however, was he had a wonderful ass. For twenty years he served the priest in good conscience. I do not exclude that all the wealth has gone from that. And when he died, his priest buried him in the cemetery.
And the bishop there was a different character. He was not a greedy person, but even a greyhound. And amiable to a good man. If anyone comes to him or visits him, it’s the favorite thing for a bishop to talk and have a good meal with a good guest, and if he’s sick, then he’s got the best medicine.
Once a bishop happened to be at the table one of the goodies of our priest, he more than once with pleasure full and sincere gratitude fed up. There was a talk about skuperdyaystve and bribery of the clergy. Here this guest timely brings: so here and so, if, therefore, with the mind the business of the story, then from our priest it is possible to have big benefit. What? And the fact that he put a donkey into a sacred ground, as a kind Christian, a dumb animal. The bishop boiled over such an outrage over the law: “Shock his thunder, deliver him to me immediately! We will fine!” The priest came. Bishop at him: how he supposedly dared, but for such a crime under the rule of the church I’ll put you in jail. Father asks for a day for reflection. And he does not cringe especially, because he has hope in the moshna of the unbreakable. He goes to Vladyka in the morning and takes with him a full twenty livres. The bishop is again against him-more than yesterday’s, And he told you, he says, now it’s all according to conscience, only go away, your Eminence, somewhat to the side, so that there is a confidential conversation. And he realizes that the time has come not to take, but to give what to give now – more profitable. And he begins: what, they say, was my ass. Such a hard worker – and notice, because he says the truth – that I earned twenty suas a day on it. And clever, to that, you see, bequeathed to you twenty livres for an eternal commemoration, to fall from the hellfire. The bishop, of course, says that the Lord will reward for the humble work and forgive the dog of sin. somewhat to the side, so that the confidential conversation was. And he...
So the bishop found a rich priest. And Ryutbef, who told how it was, out of everything brought up the edification: who goes to the judge with a bribe, may not be afraid of reprisals, for money and the donkey will be baptized.
If you have not read it yourself, then that’s what, incidentally, is written in the Scriptures. One villain died on Friday, early in the morning. He died and lies, but the soul has already come out of the body. But for some unknown reason, the devil and the angel are not following her to torture her. The soul is the same bold. Looked around. In the sky Archangel Michael someone’s soul and paradise carries. And the villa-new soul behind them. Saint Peter accepted that soul. And soon he returns to the gate. Looks – there Pillan’s soul. Where are you from, who led you, why without an escort, asks, And says: “We do not have a place for heaven in the paradise for boors.” And Villan him: you yourself are a boor, too, I’m noble, it says, you betrayed the Lord three times, as it is said in the Gospel, and why God chose you into the apostles! To you in paradise, says Villan, nothing to do! Peter to him: they say, go away, unfaithful. And he was ashamed, and went to the apostle Thomas. Thomas became angry and speaks to the villan, that paradise belongs to the saints and saints bright, and you, the infidel, have no place here. Villan, however, insolently in response; this is who, they say, is unfaithful, if that’s what you called it, because all the apostles of the Risen have seen and believed, only you do not trust them
They told me that I did not believe until I felt the wounds. So, asks the villain, who of us will be unfaithful? Thomas, in appearance, as if tired of cursing and went to Paul. Paul was running to the gate, driving the peasant. Like, where and how you fasted and reconciled and so on. Go, you worthless! And the man is for his own: we know you, bald, you yourself are the first tyrant, because of you St. Stephen, Jews were stoned with stones. discouraged and Paul. Coming, on the road Thomas and Peter consult, and they decided to go to God, judge and reason. The Lord hurried to the soul. Why, he asks, are you alone here and blaspheme my apostles, how can you stay here without a verdict?! And the muzhichy soul to the All-Mighty One answers: if your apostles are here, then I must remain here, I have never been denied from you; in your flesh, according to the flesh, a bright resurrection always believed and did not sentence people to torment. They did not close for such a paradise, so let it be revealed to me! While I was alive, I welcomed the poor, I gave everyone a corner, woke and fed food for the strangers, warmed myself at the fire, they would die – they saw the dust to the church. Is it a sin? I confessed I was not falsely and humbly flesh and blood communed with you. I got here without hindrance, and not to violate your same law, by which one has entered paradise, eternally in it will remain! Christ praised Villan, that he won the verbal debate, evidently, he says, he studied well.
From this case the lesson is this: for yourself you have to stand up for yourself, because cunning distorted the truth, falsification distorted the nature, in all ways triumphs and dexterity to man is now more necessary than force.