About Buryonka, a priest's cow

Once, one villan went — a peasant, speaking Russian — with his wife on Sunday afternoon. The priest reads a sermon, saying that the Lord will repay a hundredfold for every gift from a pure heart. A man and a woman come home, and he says that, they say, Buryonka doesn’t give us so much milk, what if we give her a gift to God ?! And the woman agreed, why not give it away. He brought the peasant Burenka out of the barn and over the rope - to the priest: accept, they say, the sacrifice, the richer they are, the more glad they are, I swear there’s nothing more to give, nothing. Father Kon-stan says, to himself he rejoices: “Go in peace, the Lord will reward you, your wealth will increase. Everyone would be so happy, so my whole flock would have come out of the parish cattle. ” Villan is home, and the greedy priest commands his, so that, he says, Burenka got used to our meadow, tie her with our Belyanka. Tied the cows with one rope. Which is its own, so that only the grass would be plucked, but the stranger would pull home, but drag it at all costs, and through the field, through the forest, through the village and another meadow - back to her home, so Belyanka popovskaya and dragged. A peasant woman: “Look, after all, my father said that a hundredfold is rewarded! Twice already coming out! It’s more spacious to set the time ripe. ” What morality will we derive from this story? Clever if on

God hopes will be sent doubly and more. And the last fool will be taken away. The main thing is to go into the hand. There’s a pop: if he knew where he would fall, he would have trotted the straws! ..

Donkey testament

By the way, if a person knows how to make good money and also wants to live widely, he can’t get anywhere from slanderers and envious people. Take a closer look at who and how he walks around his table - out of ten, six will vilify him at every opportunity, and nine - are ready to go mad with envy. And with people, the back in front of him is bent and fanned.

I mean, there was a priest in one rich village. Skopid was excellent, accumulated everything that is possible, and had a lot of money, and from clothes, and so on. He was not ashamed of the means and, say, he could always hold the grain until a better time, when a good price is established. The main thing, however, was his wonderful donkey. About twenty years he served the priest in conscience. I do not exclude that from that all wealth went. And when he died, pop and buried him in a cemetery.

And the bishop there was completely different. He was not a greedy man, but even a toon. And kind to a good man. If someone visits or calls in to him - that’s the bishop’s favorite pastime — to talk and have a bite with a good guest, but if he is sick, then he’s the best medicine.

Once, at the table, the bishop had one of the cronies of our priest, who at times fed himself with full and sincere gratitude. We talked about the stinginess and bribery of the clergy. Here this guest promptly informs: and so it is, if, then, it’s a matter of intelligence to lead, then from our priest we can have great benefit. What? And the fact that he put a donkey in the sacred land, like a good Christian, a wordless animal. The bishop boiled over this abuse of the law: “Hit him with thunder, deliver him to me immediately! We will be fined! ” Pop came. Bishop at him: how dare he, they say, but for such a crime, according to church rule, I will imprison you. Father requests a day for reflection. And it doesn’t spin especially, because it has unbreakable hope for moshna. Goes to the lord in the morning and grabs with him full-bodied twenty livres. The bishop is again upon him - more than yesterday, But he tells you to me, now everything is in good conscience, just move away, Your Eminence, a little to the side so that there is a confidential conversation. But he himself understands that the time has come not to take, but to give what to give now is more profitable. And he begins: that, they say, I had a donkey. Such a worker - and mind you, because he is telling the truth - that I earned twenty sous a day from it. And smart, to the point that, you see, he bequeathed to you twenty livres for an eternal commemoration, in order to fall from the hellish flame. The bishop, of course, says that the Lord will reward for humble labor and forgive the dog of transgression.

And so I found the council of the bishop on the rich priest. And Ryutbef, telling how it was, drew the edification from everything: whoever goes to the judge with a bribe may not be afraid, they will be baptized for money and a donkey.

About the villein who has acquired paradise through litigation

If you haven’t read it yourself, then this, by the way, is written in the Scriptures. One villan died on Friday early in the morning. He died and lies, and the soul has already left the body. But for some unknown reason, neither the devil nor the angel will torture her after her. The soul was bold. Looked around. In the sky, the archangel Michael has someone's soul and paradise carries. And the villa is the new soul behind them. St. Peter took that soul. And soon he returns to the gate. Looks - here is the Pillan soul. Where are you from, who brought you, why, without an escort, asks, And he says: we have no place for boors in paradise. And Villan to him: you yourself are a boor, also noble to me, this, he says, you betrayed the Lord three times, as the Gospel says, and for which God chose you as an apostle! You yourself in paradise, says Villan, have 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 tells Villan that the paradise belongs to the saints and saints of the light, and you, the unfaithful, have no place here. Villan, however, defiantly in response; it’s who, they say, is an infidel, if that’s what they called you, because all the apostles of the Risen One saw and believed, only you did not give them faith and say that you will not believe it until I feel the wounds. So, Villan asks which of the two of us will be unfaithful? Thomas, apparently, was tired of cursing and went to Paul. Paul was a run to the gate, to drive a man. Like, where and how did you fast and humble yourself and so on. Go wrong! And the man is for his own: we know you, the bald one, you yourself are the first tyrant, because of you the Holy Stephens were stoned by the Jews. sad in spirit and Paul. There is, on the road, Thomas and Peter are conferring, and the three of us decided to go to God, his judgment and reasoning. The Lord hastened to the soul. Why, he asks, are you alone here and you are reproaching my apostles, how can you stay here without a sentence ?! And the man’s soul replies to the All-Beneficent: since Your apostles are here, I’ll stay here, I have never denied you, I have always believed in Your fleshly light Sunday and did not condemn people to torment. They didn’t close paradise for them, so let it open to me! For the time being he was alive, I welcomed the poor, I gave everyone a corner, I watered and fed strangers, warmed me by the fire, how they would die - I sent the ashes to the church. Is it a sin? I confessed not falsely and humbly Your flesh and blood took communion. I came here without interference, and not to violate your law, according to which anyone who went to heaven, will forever remain in it! Christ praised the villan that he won the verbal debate, apparently, said, studied well.

From this case, the lesson is this: you need to stand strong for yourself, because cunning has distorted the truth, fake perverted nature, on all paths triumph triumphs and dexterity is more necessary for a man than strength.