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Tale from the Acts of Rome

Ruled by Domitian, a very wise and just as fair emperor, who did not forgive anyone who deviated from the path of justice. One day, while Domitian was sitting at a meal, a merchant came and knocked on the gate. The porter opened the door and asked what he wanted. The one who answered: "I am a merchant and I want to offer something that could be useful to the emperor." After these words, the porter led him into the hall. The merchant greeted the emperor with due respect. He says: “My dear, what goods do you have?”. The merchant answered: "Lord, three wise rules." The emperor says: "What is the price for them?" "A thousand florins". The emperor says: “And if these rules of yours turn out to be useless to me, will I lose money?” The merchant replies: "Lord, if the rules do not suit you, I will return the money." Emperor to him: “You reason fairly; tell me now what are these rules that you are going to sell me. Merchant: “Lord, the first thing is this: whatever you do, do it conscientiously and think about the consequences. Second: never turn off the highway onto the path. Third: do not stay for the night in a house whose owner is in years, and his wife is still young. Follow these three rules and they will serve you well.” The emperor paid a thousand florins for wisdom, and the first rule: "Everything you do, etc." - ordered to draw in the hall, in the bedroom, everywhere where he usually passed, and on the tablecloths on which he ate.
Shortly after the arrival of the merchant, some people, since the emperor steadily observed strict justice, conspired to kill him. They could not kill Domitian themselves and persuaded the imperial barber to slit the emperor's throat for a bribe when he shaved his beard. The barber received money from the conspirators and promised to do what was required of him. Before shaving the emperor, he moistened his beard and, getting down to business, accidentally lowered his eyes and saw on a towel tied around the emperor’s neck the inscription: “Everything you do, etc.” After reading these words, the barber thought: “Today I agreed to kill the emperor; if I kill him, my end will be deplorable, for I will be sentenced to the most shameful execution: after all, when you do something, you must think about the consequences, as this inscription says. Here the barber's hands trembled so much that the razor fell to the floor. The emperor noticed this and asked him: “What is the matter with you?”. Barber: “Sir, have pity on me, for today I took the bribe to kill you. By God's will, the inscription on the towel suddenly caught my eye: "What you are doing, etc.," and I realized that I would die the most shameful death. That's why my hands trembled." Hearing this, the emperor thought: “The first rule saved me from death, in a good hour I bought it from a merchant,” and he says to the barber: “I forgive you if from now on you will be faithful to me.”
When the nobles realized that they would not be able to finish off the emperor in this way, they began to consult among themselves on how to kill him, and some said: “On such and such a day the emperor will go to such and such a city, and let's watch him on the path , where he will have to pass, and we will kill. And others: "Great advice." And the emperor really began to get ready to go, and when he reached that path, the knights told him: “Vladyka, it’s better to go here than along the highway, because it’s closer.” The emperor thought: “The second rule is: never turn off the highway onto the path. I will obey this rule." And he said to his knights: "I will not leave the highway, but you, if you want, ride along the path and prepare everything for my arrival." The knights galloped along the path, and the conspirators, noticing this, decided that the emperor was with them, jumped out of the ambush and killed all the knights. When the emperor became aware of this, he said to himself: "Now the second rule of wisdom has saved my life."
The conspirators, seeing that they could not kill the emperor with such a trick, began to deliberate how they could do it differently. And some said: “On such and such a day, the emperor will come to such and such a house, where all noble people always stop, for there is no other like it in that city. We will induce the owner and his wife to kill him for a reward when he goes to bed. Others say: "Great advice!".
When the emperor arrived in this city and stopped at the mentioned house, he ordered the owner to be called to him and, seeing that he was already in years, he said: “Are you not married?” The owner replied: "Married." Emperor to him: "Show me your wife." He looked at the woman and saw that she was very young, no more than 18 years old. The emperor then said to his bed-keeper: "Hurry up and arrange for an overnight stay in another place, for I will not stay here." Bedding him: “Vladyka, I obey, but everything is already prepared here, therefore it’s not worth leaving, because in the whole city there is no suitable shelter for us.” The emperor replied: "I tell you that I want to spend the night in another place." The bed-keeper immediately ordered everything, and the emperor secretly moved to another house and said to his knights: “If you want to stay here, stay, just come to me in the morning.” When everyone fell asleep, the old man and his wife got up from the bed, for they took up a bribe to kill the sleeping emperor, and killed all his knights.
The next morning the emperor got up and heard that the knights had been killed. Then he said in his heart: “Oh, if I spent the night here, I would be killed along with everyone else. So the third wise rule saved my life. And he ordered the old man, along with his wife and all the household members, to be crucified. Until the end of his days, Domitian adhered to these three wise rules and therefore lived happily.

Burmese tale

Burmese tale

A long time ago in one country at the royal court there was a sage, according to the movement of the heavenly bodies, he knew how to predict the future.
Once the sage looked at the sky and determined from the arrangement of the stars that in seven days an unusual rain should fall. He went to the king and reported:
- Sovereign! It will rain heavily in seven days. It will run for exactly seven days. This rain will not be easy: anyone who drinks rainwater at this time - be it a monk or an ordinary person - will become insane.
- All right, my sage! the king decided. - Let all people drink this water. You and I will order in advance to prepare plenty of pure water and we will drink only it.
The king ordered that all large and small jugs in the palace be filled with pure water and that this water be stored in the palace pantry.
When seven days had passed, the whole sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder struck and poured a terrible downpour. The downpour did not stop for seven days. All the inhabitants of the country drank rain water, and everyone became mad. Only the king and his court sage never drank this water and retained their minds.
The next day after the rain stopped, the king and the sage decided to go to the city. They wanted to see how the crazy inhabitants of the city behave - ordinary people and monks who drank rainwater.
When the king and the astrologer entered the city, they saw that its mad inhabitants, having lost their shame, without clothes, were walking naked through the streets. As soon as this crowd saw the king with the sage, who, the only ones among them, were dressed, and even in festive clothes, they all pounced on them, shouting: “These are madmen, madmen! Get them out of here!"
Realizing that the crowd, just about to deal with them, the king and the sage took cover around the corner and quickly returned to the palace.
In the palace, they began to think about what to do. “All the inhabitants of the country have gone mad,” they said. “We are the only ones who have kept our minds, and since we are not like them, they think we are crazy. It’s true, we can’t cope with them - they won’t let us live. There is only one thing left: to drink rainwater in order to become like everyone else!”
And the king and the sage, who had no other choice, drank the rainwater and also became mad.
Since then, he says: “When everyone drinks rainwater, the king has to drink it too.”

Albanian fairy tale

A miller lived in a small village. And he was happy, because he never envied anyone.
The mill stood on the bank of a small river that flowed along the village. Working all day, the miller was always cheerful and sang songs. The water in the river murmured, the mill wheel turned, and the miller tirelessly dragged sacks of grain and flour, watched the work of the mill, and his soul was calm. The surrounding peasants paid him for his work, enough to live on, and he did not want anything else for himself.
Everyone who knew him envied him because he was happy. He was often asked:
- Why are you so happy?
Melnik replied:
- I don't know what envy is, that's why I'm happy.
In the village, they called him that: the one who does not envy anyone.
The king who ruled their country was very rich, but like any king, he had too much to do. The king is tired of reigning and would like to get rid of all his affairs and worries in order to live peacefully and happily. But he didn't know how to do it. One day he sat and, as usual, thought about it. One of the courtiers caught his eye. The king called him and asked:
“Listen, do you know any lucky person so that I can learn from him how to become happy?”
The courtier replied:
- I know, Your Majesty, in one village of your kingdom lives a happy man.
The king immediately got ready and went to that village. Approaching the mill, he saw a miller who was working and singing merry songs. After standing near the mill and listening, the king entered the room and asked:
What can I do to be as happy as you?
Melnik replied:
- I can't help you with that.
The king asked:
- Well, then tell me at least, why are you so happy?
Melnik replied:
- I am happy because I do not envy anyone, but think only about my work.
The king suggested:
"Could you still do me a favor in this matter?"
- What service? the miller was surprised.
- I am a king. Let's exchange: I'll give you my kingdom, and you give me your mill.
- It is impossible to change your happiness for someone else's, - the miller answered. - I am happy because this river, which runs past my mill, turns the mill wheel, and thanks to this I can work and think about my work, I am busy with it and sing for joy, and my soul is full of happiness because I have a lot of work and my own worries.
The king thought for a moment and said:
In that case, I'm even happier than you.
He decided that the miller, of course, was right, and, returning to the palace, went about his business and lived quietly and happily.
So two happy people lived in that kingdom, the miller and the king. They were happy because each of them did his own thing, thought about it and did not torment his soul with envy of other people's deeds and concerns.

Portuguese fairy tale

One king had a minister, and his majesty relied on him for everything. But one day the minister blundered, and the king was so angry that he decided to deal with him. Called him and said:
- There is nothing left but to execute you. And yet, remembering your past merits, I will leave you a small hope of salvation. Send your daughter to my palace. I want her to appear, but neither day nor night, neither naked nor clothed, neither on foot nor on horseback. Let's see if she can solve my riddle.
The minister got excited, went home and told his daughter about everything. But she quickly consoled her father:
- Do not be sad, father, I know what the king wants, and I swear I will save you.
And then the next day the minister's daughter appeared in the palace. She appeared at dusk. She was wearing a thin cambric shirt, and the girl was carried on the shoulders of an old servant. Here the king acknowledged himself defeated. I had to agree that twilight is not day, not night, that the girl in a batiste shirt is neither dressed nor undressed, and that she appeared neither on foot nor on horseback, because the servant is not a horse. The king praised her for her ingenuity and asked her to tell her father that he forgives him and leaves him in his service. The man who has such a smart daughter is himself, without a doubt, seven spans in his forehead.

Burmese tale

In ancient times, in one country, the king who ruled there had a sage adviser. Once, when all the courtiers had gathered, the king asked the wise man:
- Who is more in the world - the blind or the sighted?
- Blind, O noble king! - without hesitation, the adviser answered.
- You're wrong, wise counselor! the king retorted. “Look at those who have gathered here - there is not a single blind among them. And you say that there are more blind people in the world. How so?
“Your Majesty,” said the sage. - Let your servant answer this question on the day when the whole court goes to bathe.
After that, the king released the courtiers.
The day came when the king and all his court went to the river. On the way, they saw a wise adviser who was sitting under a tree and cutting bamboo rods with a knife. All the courtiers, going down to the water, passed by the adviser.
- What are you doing, sage? some asked.
- Why are you cutting bamboo, councillor? - others were interested.
Those who asked what he was doing, the adviser put on the list of the blind, and those who wondered why he was cutting bamboo, on the list of the sighted.
Finally, the king himself walked past him. He also asked:
- What are you doing, my adviser?
The sage put him on the list of the blind.
When, after this, the king again gathered the courtiers, the sage handed him his list in front of everyone. The ruler looked, saw that he himself was on the list of the blind, and then he understood the meaning of the adviser's speeches. The king was pleased with him and gave praise to the sage in front of everyone. - I am all alone, I have no one, take me to your daughter, - the girl asked.
- Okay, I'll take it, I have no children of my own, you will be my daughter, - the shepherd agreed.
They came to the shepherd's house. Dinner, went to bed. In the morning, the girl took a pearl out of her braid, gave it to the shepherd and said:
- Don't go pasturing sheep anymore, take this pearl, sell it and buy everything you need from clothes and food.
The shepherd did as the girl told him. The next day the girl said:
- Let's go for a walk with you.
They went for a walk. We came to the foot of the mountain. The place there is beautiful, a spring from under the ground beats.
- Go to the padishah, - the girl said, - ask him to sell you this piece of land.
The shepherd came to the padishah.
“Sell me a piece of land at the foot of the mountain,” the shepherd asks.
The padishah sees: the shepherd came to him, but where can the shepherd get money to buy land?
“Take it like that, I don’t need money,” the padishah said.
The shepherd returned home.
- Padishah gave us this piece of land, - he said.
The girl gave the shepherd the second pearl.
“Go sell it to the merchant and tell him to build a forty-story palace here in return,” the girl said to the shepherd.
The merchant agreed. When the forty-storey palace was built, the girl said to the shepherd:
- Father, go to the market, buy me a freshly calved cow with a bull-calf.
The shepherd went to the market, bought a cow with a calf, and brought it home. The girl took the calf upstairs. Every day she took the calf in her arms three times and went downstairs with it. There she milked the cow, gave milk to the calf and again went upstairs with him.
For five years she carried the calf up and down. The calf has already turned into a huge bull.
Once the padishah was hunting in that forest.
- Father, - the girl said to the shepherd, - today the padishah is hunting in the forest. Go to him and say: “Padishah, tonight you are my guest!”
The shepherd approached the padishah and said:
- O gracious padishah, tonight be my guest.
The padishah agreed and in the evening came to the shepherd. The girl prepared a treat, and she herself went to milk the cow. She carried the bull down in her arms, milked the cow, then carried the bull up again. The padishah saw this - he stopped eating.
- Shepherd! - he exclaimed. - What a miracle, tell me about your daughter!
The girl heard these words and said to the padishah:
- O qibla of the whole world! There is no miracle here, it's all about skill.
The padishah heard this and wept: he remembered that his daughter had once told him the same thing, and he killed her without guilt.
The padishah's tears welled up...
- Why are you crying? - the girl asked the padishah.
The padishah told her everything.
- I innocently ruined my daughter, - the padishah sighed.
- Padishah, - the girl asked, - is the person who killed your daughter still alive?
- Yes, I'm alive.
- Call him here.
The padishah sent a servant for the vizier. The vizier came.
“Listen, vizier,” the padishah asked him, “did you kill my daughter then?”
- Oh padish, give me my spoonful of blood, then I'll tell you.
- I donated.
- I did not kill your daughter, padishah, - the vizier admitted to him.
- Padishah, - said the girl, - if I bring your daughter now, do you promise not to punish her?
- Promise.
The girl removed the veil from her head. Her father recognized her and was delighted.
“Yes, you turned out to be smarter than me,” he told her.
The girl was given in marriage to a vizier, and the padishah took the shepherd to his palace.
The wedding lasted seven days, seven nights. I also drank and ate at that wedding. I brought three apples from the wedding: one for you, another for me, and the third for Uncle Slta.

There were two countries a long time ago. On one side of the border is large, on the other - small.

The king of a large country has coveted a small one, and he only thinks how to capture it. And so he reasoned:

“To conquer a small country, you need to start a war. And to start a war, you need to find out: is the king smart or stupid. So the king reasoned and sent a mare and a foal to a neighbor. So similar - you can't tell the difference. And in the letter he wrote:

"Find out where the mare is, where the foal is, and report back to me."

The nobles and ministers gathered in the royal palace, read the letter, but they did not know what to answer. They will not make out in any way where the mare is, where the foal is. They thought and thought, but they came up with nothing.

One dignitary came home, told his wife about everything; The farm boy overheard their conversation, smiled and said:

I know how to tell a mare from a foal. After all, it's very simple!

The dignitary was surprised and asked:

How can you tell a mare from a foal? Can you say?

That's how! - the farmhand answers. - When you come to the royal palace tomorrow, give the horses food, which of the horses is a mare, will certainly move the food to the foal.

So did the dignitary. He came the next day to the palace, gave food to the horses. He looks - one horse is pushing the other feed. So the dignitary found out where the mare was, where the foal was.

Then the king of a large country sent a stick to his neighbors, the same at both ends, and in a letter he wrote:

"Find out where the stick has the top and where it has the bottom. And report back to me."

The dignitaries gathered again. And so they turn the stick, and so on, they will not understand in any way where the top is, and where the bottom is. The dignitary came home and told the farmhand boy about everything. The boy smiled and said:

Yes, it's quite simple to find out where the top is, and where the bottom is. Throw a stick into the river and it will float. The top end will be in front, the bottom end will be behind.

So did the dignitary. The next day he came to the palace, threw a stick into the river and immediately found out where the top of the stick was, and where the bottom was.

Then the king of a large country sent two snakes - you can’t tell them apart, but he himself thinks:

"Although the king of a small country is smart, I will outsmart him this time." The king thought so, and wrote in a letter:

"Find out which of the snakes is male and which is female. You won't guess tomorrow I'll go to war with you."

The dignitaries began to think and guess where the female is, where the male is. Thought and thought, came up with nothing. A dignitary came home and asked the boy to help. And the boy says:

What is there to think? Place a silk thread next to the snakes. The female will certainly crawl to her, and there she will fall asleep, and the male will crawl to the side.

So they solved all three riddles in a small country.

Then the king of a large country thought: "If you go to war against such a wise king, misfortune will certainly happen," and he no longer dreamed of capturing a small one.

The king of a small country found out that if he did not solve three riddles, there would be no avoiding war, he summoned a dignitary and asked:

How did you solve all three riddles? Tell!

The dignitary bowed low and answered:

I did not solve them - my farmhand. I just did what he told me to.

Then the king ordered to call the farmhand, rewarded generously, and appointed the dignitary the first minister of the country.

Translation by Vadim Pak

About the fairy tale

Russian folk tale "Stupid man"

Russian fairy tales are deep and simple, like a folk soul. In Russian folk tales, smart and resourceful people are respected and they make fun of fools. Among the good and instructive there are also tales of human stupidity. The tale of a stupid man is worth reading for both adults and children. Kids need to understand that it is not easy for a stupid person to live in the world, and in order not to be a fool, one must learn. And do not offend and make fun of a person who does not have enough intelligence.

Summary of the tale

A husband and wife lived in the same village. The man was hardworking and not lazy, but stupid, apparently he was born like that. There were no schools before, there was nowhere to learn to read and write, where did he get his mind?

But the woman went to marry him, apparently she herself was not painfully smart, but maybe the beautiful girls snatched up smart, but daring guys, and she got the one who remained. Or maybe she thought that her mind was enough for two.

Somehow they ran out of firewood, the stove was not heated, the cabbage soup was not boiled. The wife of her husband sent to the forest for firewood. The man harnessed the horse and rode off. Still, he obeyed his wife, although a woman, she was smarter than him, did not argue with her, apparently he was meek in temper. Or maybe it was easier for him when other decisions were made for him. He's a fool, what's the demand from him?

I found a suitable pine tree in the forest, climbed on it, sat down and let's cut a branch. Only a complete fool can cut the branch on which he himself sits. It is not for nothing that people came up with the proverb “make a fool pray to God, he will hurt his forehead.” There is no one worse than a diligent, diligent fool who does not understand that he is doing worse to himself. The peasant wants to prepare firewood, and to eat cabbage soup, but he is not smart enough to understand that he is chopping a bough under him, falling and hitting hard. But he was also ordered to chop firewood and bring it home. He does just that, but there is no need to think for himself, he has a wife, let her think.

Such stupid diligent people very often both before and now are the objects of jokes and ridicule. To ridicule a narrow-minded person with complete impunity, everyone is happy, especially against his background, the offender himself looks advantageous and seems to himself much smarter. Stupid people are often kind and non-aggressive by nature. They take everything at face value, and do not see that they are being made fun of, as in this fairy tale.

So did the neighbor, sending the peasant to die under a pine tree. The wife was a little smarter, she began to dissuade her husband from a stupid act, and a man is needed in the house. But where is it. If something is hammered into the head of a fool, nothing will knock it out. He trusts strangers at their word, does not want to learn from his mistakes and past experience. But the wife of a man in the house needs to manage the household. It is hard for a woman to live in the village alone. Let him be stupid, but his own and not a bum, everything is better than one century of cuckooing. Still, I found it and returned it to the house. And for gullibility and stupidity, the peasant got both from the headman and from the funeral procession, for offering to revive the dead man, and even got the nickname for life - the dead man.

If you were born a fool, and you do not learn anything, what can you do about it, and you will live your life as a fool. After all, you can't put someone else's mind into a stupid head.

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There lived a man and a woman in the same village. The peasant was good for everyone: he was both hard-working and not lazy, but he was offended by fate alone - he had little mind.

Once a woman sends a peasant to the forest for firewood.

Go, - he says, - chop wood, I'll at least heat the stove and cook cabbage soup.

The man harnessed his horse and rode off. He arrived in the forest, climbed a large pine tree, took out an ax from his belt and wants to chop the branch on which he sat down. It happened at this time to pass by a peasant from a neighboring village. He looked at the man and shouted:

What are you, stupid, doing? After all, you will be killed!

The man looked at him and said:

And how do you know that I will fall? It's not a saint! Go on your way.

The peasant sees that there is nothing to talk about with a fool, and he rode on. Before he had time to drive off even a dozen sazhens, the bough gave way, the peasant fell and hurt himself.

He lay down for a bit, groaned, got up and went to catch up with the peasant who said that he would fall. Caught up, fell at his feet:

Father dear! I see that you are a saint, tell me now, when it will be the end of my life!

The peasant took it into his head to laugh at the fool - he said:

Go home now, say goodbye to your family, and come back here again: you will die at the pine tree that you wanted to cut for firewood.

The man got scared and asked:

And what, father, if I don’t go to the forest anymore, then maybe I won’t die?

No, it's better to listen to me, but if you don't, it will be worse.

The man returned to his horse. He no longer had time for firewood; got on the horse and rode home.

Baba had been waiting for her husband for a long time, and when she saw that he had arrived without firewood, she began to scold him. But he did not listen to her and said that he had met a holy man in the forest and that he had predicted his imminent death. The wife said:

Full of lies! They laughed at you, but you listen!

But the peasant said goodbye to his family and went to the forest.

He arrived, got off his horse and went to look for that pine tree that he wanted to chop for firewood. I walked looking for a long time and suddenly stumbled, fell down. “Well,” he thought, “now, apparently, he is dead,” and he did not dare to get up.

His horse stood still, stood still, and went home. Although the peasant heard that the horse was leaving, he did not dare to open his eyes and get to his feet, but lay and did not move.

It began to get dark. A pack of wolves ran out, chasing a horse. The peasant didn’t even get up: what does he need a horse for if he died?

Baba waited a long time for her husband, was worried, and in the morning announced to the village headman that her husband had not returned from the forest.

The headman gathered the peasants and they went to look for the peasant. For a long time they wandered through the forest, finally one stumbled upon a fool. Everyone gathered around him, looking, thinking that he really died.

And he suddenly says:

What do you need?

The elder asks:

And why are you lying here?

You see, he died; blind, right?

And if you died, then I will resurrect you! - The headman took off his belt and let's whip the fool.

The man jumped to his feet and began to hug everyone, thanking them for resurrecting him, and then running home.

At his village he sees: they are carrying the dead man to the churchyard. The man says:

Take it to the forest, they will resurrect it there. I myself died yesterday, but today I was resurrected!

They cut him off and drove him away. Since then, they called the stupid man a dead man.

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In times long past, there was a young king in a city. He disliked the old people and ordered them all to be killed. Only one boy saved his old father by hiding him in a dungeon.
Soon, the king of a neighboring state declared war on the young king. The young king began to gather an army. Yeget, who had sheltered his father, went down to his father in the dungeon before setting out on a campaign to say goodbye. His father admonished him with these words:
- My son, you are going to very distant places. You will endure deprivation and hunger there. It will come to the point that you will cut all the horses and eat them. Even the commander's horse, and that one will be slaughtered. After that you will turn back. On the way back, all the warriors will abandon the saddles and bridles taken from the horses. And you do not quit, though it will be hard to bear. You will meet a horse of unprecedented beauty. The one who does not have a saddle and a bridle will not fall into his hands, but will run up to you, stop in front of you and bow his head. You put a bridle on him and take him to the commander. For this, the commander will bring you closer to him and consider you his friend. Well, goodbye, go.
Everything happened just as the old man predicted. During the campaign, the army ran out of food, and the soldiers began to eat the meat of their horses. In the end, they slaughtered the commander's horse, ate it and moved back. To free themselves from the burden, the soldiers threw the saddles and bridles taken from the slaughtered horses. Only one Eget, the one who remembered the words of his father, did not leave either a saddle or a bridle.
On the way back, a horse of unprecedented beauty ran out to meet the army. Everyone rushed to catch him, but he was not given into the hands of anyone. Finally, he himself ran up to the jet, who had a saddle and a bridle, stopped in front of him and bowed his head. Yeget put a bridle on the horse, took it to the commander and gave it to him. Since then, the eget has become a friend of the commander.
Once the king went with his army for a walk to the seashore. From the shore, the king saw that something was shining at the bottom of the sea. He ordered his soldiers to get from the bottom of the sea that which shines. Many warriors dived and did not come up.
The turn of the young hunter, a friend of the commander, was approaching to dive.
Eget quickly jumped on his horse and rode home. He went to his father in the dungeon and told him about what was happening on the seashore. The old man listened to his son and said:
- My son, a tall tree grows on the seashore. At the top of that tree is a bird's nest, and in that nest is a large diamond. The radiance from this stone is reflected on the sea surface and illuminates it. When it’s your turn to dive, you tell the king: “Sir, I will have to die this way and that, and therefore let me climb this tree and look for the last time in the direction of my native hearth.” The king will allow you, and you take out that stone from the nest and give it to the king.
Eget returned to the seashore, and when it was his turn to dive, he said to the king:
- Sovereign, I will have to die this way and that, and therefore let me climb this tree and look for the last time in the direction of my native hearth.
The king allowed him. Yeget climbed a tree; as soon as he reached the nest and grabbed a stone from there, the radiance of the sea ceased, and all the people fell down. Eget descended from the tree and brought the diamond to the king.
- My friend, how did you find out about this? When you went to war, you gave the commander a horse, and now you got it and gave it a diamond, - the king was surprised.
- Oh, sir, - answered the eget: - and you will say - it's scary, and you won't say - it's hard. Well, all right, I will rely on your mercy and say: I hid my father when you ordered the killing of all the old people, and everything that I did, I learned from him. Oh, my lord, if you had not ordered to kill all the old people, they would have given a lot of good advice!
After that, the king ordered the old man to be released from the dungeon, began to keep him with him and showed him great honor. Then the king turned to his troops and said:
- My warriors, I made a big mistake when I ordered to kill all the old people. If they were alive, our entire city would be full of wisdom.

The publishing project "Silver Thread" published four books TALES OF THE SUFIS - a series of "TALES OF THE WISE" in rhythms

All books are also available in electronic form:

Book One http://online.pubhtml5.com/tqtb/ghlj
Book Two http://online.pubhtml5.com/tqtb/dwqe
Book Three http://online.pubhtml5.com/tqtb/lwfb
Book Four http://online.pubhtml5.com/tqtb/lzce

Book-by-mail:
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Book one:

Publishing project, St. Petersburg, "Silver Thread"
Format - 148x210 mm.
Volume - 140 pages.
ISBN: 978-5-8853-4823-2

Synopsis for the first book

The first book in the series "Tales of the Wise Men" includes wise tales and parables of the Sufis in verse, first published online in 2002 on the site "Tales of the Wise Men" and on Stikhi.Ru - Tales of the Sufis. Rhythmic versions of fairy tales appeared on the basis of parables and fairy tales, fables, teaching stories of Sufi masters collected from the books of Idries Shah.

SUFI PARABLES AND TALES

What is the tastiest thing in the world?
These are Sufi parables! Exactly.
If you plunge into them, as at night,
yes extract the saying orally ...
like a ray of unearthly knowledge,
like a distant sun
ascending in the bowels of the earth
awakened universe.

To the reader

Day after day, life goes on, dragging us into a quick whirlpool of events, important matters, problems that come in waves. And it seems that there is nothing to do with ancient fairy tales or the wisdom of the Sufis. We rush to be here and now, often forgetting the main thing. This is the great misconception, because it is wisdom that makes life bright and harmonious, happy. Temporary values ​​arise and collapse so quickly that many lose their support, the core of their spirit. Take a look around and look at yourself from the outside, how will you see this day in ten, twenty years? What will remain and what will disappear? Yes, the wisdom of the ancients has been preserved for thousands of years, and literally everything in your life depends on exactly where you direct your attention, the energy of thought! The flow of timeless wisdom that feeds generations can harmonize you so that problems begin to dissolve themselves, as if by magic. In this stable state of harmony, a person finds himself.

Reading Sufi parables can be not only pleasant, but also useful if you read with taste, slowly, otherwise you may not notice the nucleolus in the nut, whose shell is the entertaining plot of the fairy tale, which means you miss the main thing - the meaning, the depth of subtexts.

The great sage Ibn al-Arabi from Spain said about the three types of Knowledge as follows:
“There are three kinds of knowledge. The first is intellectual knowledge, which is essentially just information and the collection of facts used to draw further conclusions. This is intellectualism.

The second is state knowledge, which includes both emotional experiences and non-ordinary states of consciousness, when a person believes that he perceives something higher, but cannot use it. This is emotionalism.

The third is true knowledge, called Knowledge of Reality. A person who has this kind of knowledge is able to discern what is right and true beyond the boundaries of thought and feeling. Scholastics and scientists focus on the first form of knowledge. Emotionalists, empiricists, and many poets use the second form. The rest use both forms together, or alternately, then one, then the other.

But the people who reach the truth are those who know how to reconnect with the reality that extends beyond these kinds of knowledge. Such are the true Sufis, dervishes, those who have comprehended the world.”

I'm not a Sufi, I just love this world
Like a candle illuminating the feast,
Where thousands of suns and ancient lights
Shine unchangingly with the love of the saints
Magicians of the Word and Eternal Music.
And the candle flame goes out, of course,
Leaving the ethereal memory for a moment,
What could revive her fiery face ...

Let the image of the candle burning at the feast
It will remain a fairy tale, and the hearts are rays
They will reach the sun, giving the sun
A moment that does not burn in vain.

TO READER 4
NAKSHBANDI 6
THREE TIPS 9
IT'S YOU 10
GENEROUS AND ARROGANT 11
HISTORY OF MOJUD 13
IF YOU LOOK 16
ANT AND DRAGONFLY 17
LION AND LION CUB 18
TWO BEGGAR 20
POWER LOOK 21
CRAZY KING IDOL 24
SAINT AND SINNER 25
SCIENTIST, DOG AND DONKEY 26
WHEN THE WATERS ARE CHANGING 27
BEES AND HOLLOW TREE 28
EVENT 30
MUSHKIL GUSHA 30
PLAYING WITH DEATH 38
ANGEL AND CHARITY MAN 42
VIZIR 43
FOUR SEEKERS 44
JESUS ​​AND UNBELIEVERS 45
IDIOT IN THE BIG CITY 46
SULTAN IN EXILE 46
SALE OF WISDOM 51
DIGITAL PRINCESS 58
HISTORY OF THE CREATION OF FIRE 61
TREATMENT WITH HUMAN BLOOD 65
WRONG 68
YOU LOOKED TOO MUCH 69
BECOME A JEWELER 69
BUYER AND SELLER 70
MOB 72
PERFECT FOOL 72
FROG 73
YOUNG MAN 74
TEN FOOLS 74
ADVISOR 76
PRINCESS 76
LAYERED SAND 77
BOOK IN TURKISH 78
RESORT OF TRUTH 80
QUTB OF THIS TIME 81
COW AND PIG 84
FIX IMMEDIATELY 84
WHAT DID YOU SEE IN THE MIDDLE OF BRIDGE 85
WIZARD 86
STAGE 87
WANDERING DERVISH 88
AT THE EASTERN BAZAAR 88
IRREGULARITY 89
EVIDENCE FOX 90
DAY AND NIGHT 91
STREAM 93

SECTION 2 95

TALES ABOUT MULLA NASREDDIN 95
WISE PARABLE 95
KING AND NASREDDIN 95
BALANCE 97
DEAD OR ALIVE 97
NOW LIKE 98
WHO DO YOU BELIEVE MORE 98
LECTURE 98
INTUITION 99
HELP OF ALLAH 99
ROOF 100
NASREDDIN'S WIFE 101
FROM THE CAPITAL 101
HIDDEN MEANING 102
ON THE ROAD 102
YOGHURT 103
BUY ELEPHANT 103
HAVE DESIRE 104
MISSING DONKEY 104
MARKET SQUARE 105
SALE TIPS 107
TIME PLACE AND PEOPLE 107
PARABLE OF THE THREE AREAS 110
USEFUL AND USELESS 112
HERITAGE 114
WHY CLAY BIRDS FLIGHT 115
GENEROUS 116
SERVANT AND HOUSE 117
HOST AND GUESTS 119
PRINCE OF DARKNESS 120
INTERMEDIARY 125
LORD OF THE FAITH 125
AHRAR AND THE COUPLE 127
PRISON 129
DESIRE (HALKAVI) 129
SCAMBER AND DERVISH 129
FAVORITE 130
HOPE 131
Conclusion 132
Chronological list of authors and teachers mentioned in the books of the 133 series
CONTENTS 135

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