A fairy tale about fate. Don't push your luck. Read it properly. Take your time and do not rush this process. You shall get wherever you wish. I'll try to come there too but I can't promise.
8. Big Dick said: "I shall serve you splendidly, diligently
and properly
for three flicks a year on your forehead, by the way, I
shall eat the boiled spelt".
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9. The priest had become thoughtful,
he began to keep scratching his forehead.
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18. He would harness a horse and plough a field,
heat the stove, buy up all and stock up with
everything,
boil an egg and then peel it, cook porridge and
mind a baby.
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19. The priest's wife could not praise Big Dick enough,
the priest's daughter merely longed for him,
at the same time by the priest's son he was called
Daddy.
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20. Only the priest, thinking quite often of payment,
did not like the worker and never said a good word
to him.
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21. The time went by and the due date was already
round the corner.
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54. The imp and a hare had started running: the imp ran
along the coast of sea,
still the other ran home into the forest.
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55. And so having run around the sea, with its tongue
hanging out, lifting up its muzzle the imp had come
running, being out of breath and all wet from head
to hooves, with its paw wiping its forehead and
thinking to itself: it's in the bag.
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56. Lo and behold - Big Dick was stroking his "brother":
"My favorite brother, poor thing, you're tired! Please
take a rest, rogue."
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57. The imp was taken aback. With its tail between its
legs it had fairly quieted down.
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58. It glanced askance at the "brother". "Wait a minute, -
it said, - I'll go after the debt".
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59. The imp went to see its grandfather and said:
"We have got into trouble! I was outrun by the
younger Big Dick!"
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70. -"No, said the worker, - now it is my turn to make
conditions.
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71. I am going to appoint you a very difficult task.
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72. Let's see how strong you are. Look, there is a gray
mare over there.
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73. Lift up the mare and bear it. If you carry she half-mile,
the rent will be yours.
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74. The poor devil crawled under the mare, made an
effort, lifted the mare up,
two steps had stepped, on the third one had fallen
and stretched out its legs.
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75. Big Dick told it: "Silly devil, how can you compete
with me?
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76. You could not carry the mare on your arms,
but then I am going to bear she between my legs".
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77. The worker mounted the mare and so galloped a
mile away
that even there was a pillar of dust.
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78. The imp was frightened and had gone to its
grandfather to relate about the new Big
Dick’s victory.
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79. There was nothing to be done -
the devils collected the rent and charged the
worker's shoulders with a sack of gold.
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