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An Easter Egg with a Surprise Jimmy, Nicknamed Dupe, asked the store owner if he could buy just the inflatable toy without the Easter egg. The seller replied that the price of an egg with a surprise is four and a half dollars, and the price of an egg without a surprise is four dollars

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Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich

Grain with a chicken egg

L.N. Tolstoy

GRAIN WITH CHICKEN EGG

Once the guys found something in a ravine the size of a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and it looked like grain. A passerby saw the little thing from the guys, bought it for a nickel, took it to the city, sold it to the Tsar for a rarity.

The king called the wise men and told them to find out what kind of thing this was - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought and thought, but could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, started pecking, and pecked a hole; everyone saw that it was grain. The wise men came and told the king: “This is rye grain.”

The king was surprised. He ordered the sages to find out where and when this grain was born. The sages thought and thought, looked in books, but found nothing. They came to the king and said:

We cannot give an answer. There is nothing written about this in our books; you need to ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.

The king sent and ordered the old man to be brought to him. They found an old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, and forcibly entered on two crutches.

The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer saw it; I somehow saw half of it, felt half of it with my hands.

The king began to ask him:

Do you know, grandfather, where such grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

The old man was deaf, but with great difficulty he heard, with great difficulty he understood. I began to keep the answer.

No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such bread in my field, and I didn’t reap it, and I didn’t buy it.” When they bought bread, the grain was still the same small as it is now. “But I need to ask my father,” he says; maybe he heard where such grain was born.

The king sent for the old man's father and ordered him to bring him to him. They also found the old man’s father and brought him to the king. An old man came on one crutch. The king began to show him grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he saw it well. The king began to ask him:

Do you know, old man, where such grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

Even though the old man had a weak ear, he heard better than his son.

No,” he says, “I did not sow such grain in my field and did not reap it.” But I didn’t buy it, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory. Everyone fed on their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where such a seed was born. Although our grain was larger than it is now and more threshed, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father that in his time the grain was better than ours, and it was thicker and larger. You need to ask him.

The king sent for his old father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. An old man came to the king without crutches; entered easily; The eyes are light, he hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. Grandfather looked and turned.

“It’s been a long time,” he says, “I haven’t seen the old bread.”

Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain,

It’s the same,” he says.

Tell me, grandfather, where was such a grain born? Have you not sowed such bread in your field? Or in your lifetime, where have you bought from people?

And the old man said:

Bread like this has been everywhere in my lifetime. “I have fed myself and fed people with this bread,” he says.

And the king asked:

So tell me, grandfather, where did you buy such grain, or did you sow it yourself in your own field?

The old man grinned.

In my time,” he says, “no one could even think of such a sin as selling or buying bread.” But they didn’t even know about money: everyone had plenty of their own bread. I myself 6f7 oh sowed bread, and reaped, and threshed.

And the king asked:

So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such grain and where was your field?

And the grandfather said:

My field was God's land. Where he plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They didn’t call their land. They only called their works their own.

Tell me,” says the king, “I have two more things to do: one thing: why was such a grain born before, but now it won’t be born? And another thing is why your grandson walked on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came completely easily; Are your eyes bright, and your teeth strong, and your speech clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things happen?

And the old man said:

That’s why both things happened because people stopped living by their own labors and began to covet other people’s things. In the old days they didn’t live like that: in the old days they lived like God; They owned their own and did not take advantage of others.

Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy

Grain with a chicken egg

Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich

Grain with a chicken egg

L.N. Tolstoy

GRAIN WITH CHICKEN EGG

Once the guys found something in a ravine the size of a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and it looked like grain. A passerby saw the little thing from the guys, bought it for a nickel, took it to the city, sold it to the Tsar for a rarity.

The king called the wise men and told them to find out what kind of thing this was - an egg or a grain? The sages thought and thought, but could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, started pecking, and pecked a hole; everyone saw that it was grain. The wise men came and told the king: “This is rye grain.”

The king was surprised. He ordered the sages to find out where and when this grain was born. The wise men thought and thought, looked in books, but found nothing. They came to the king and said:

- We can’t give an answer. There is nothing written about this in our books; you need to ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.

The king sent and ordered the old man to be brought to him. They found an old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, and forcibly entered on two crutches.

The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer saw it; I somehow saw half of it, felt half of it with my hands.

The king began to ask him:

- Do you know, grandfather, where such grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

The old man was deaf, but with great difficulty he heard, with great difficulty he understood. I began to keep the answer.

“No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such bread in my field, and I didn’t reap, and I didn’t buy.” When they bought bread, the grain was still the same small as it is now. But I need to ask my father,” he says; maybe he heard where such grain was born.

The king sent for the old man's father and ordered him to bring him to him. They also found the old man’s father and brought him to the king. An old man came on one crutch. The king began to show him grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he saw it well. The king began to ask him:

- Do you know, old man, where such a grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

Even though the old man had a weak ear, he heard better than his son.

“No,” he says, “I neither sowed nor reaped such grain in my own field.” But I didn’t buy it, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory. Everyone fed on their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where such a grain was born. Although our grain was larger than it is now and more threshed, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father that in his time the grain was better than ours, and it was thicker and larger. You need to ask him.

The king sent for his old father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. An old man came to the king without crutches; entered easily; The eyes are light, he hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. Grandfather looked and turned.

“It’s been a long time,” he says, “I haven’t seen an old piece of bread.”

Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain,

“It’s the same,” he says.

- Tell me, grandfather, where was such a grain born? Have you not sowed such bread in your field? Or in your lifetime, where have you bought from people?

And the old man said:

- Bread like this has been everywhere in my lifetime. “I have lived my life and fed people with this bread,” he says.

And the king asked:

- So tell me, grandfather, where did you buy such grain, or did you sow it yourself in your own field?

The old man grinned.

“In my time,” he says, “no one could even think of such a sin as selling or buying bread.” But they didn’t even know about money: everyone had plenty of their own bread. I myself 6f7 oh sowed bread, and reaped, and threshed.

And the king asked:

- So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such grain and where was your field?

And the grandfather said:

- My field was God's land. Where he plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They didn’t call their land. They only called their works their own.

“Tell me,” says the king, “I have two more things to do: one thing: why was such a grain born before, but now it won’t be born?” And another thing is why your grandson walked on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came completely easily; Are your eyes bright, and your teeth strong, and your speech clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things happen?

Once the guys found something in a ravine the size of a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and it looked like grain. A passerby saw the little thing from the guys, bought it for a nickel, took it to the city, sold it to the Tsar for a rarity.

The king called the wise men and told them to find out what kind of thing this was - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought and thought, but could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, started pecking, and pecked a hole; everyone saw that it was grain. The wise men came and told the king: “This is rye grain.”

The king was surprised. He ordered the sages to find out where and when this grain was born. The sages thought and thought, looked in books, but found nothing. They came to the king and said:

We cannot give an answer. There is nothing written about this in our books; you need to ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.

The king sent and ordered the old man to be brought to him. They found an old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, and forcibly entered on two crutches.

The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer saw it; I somehow saw half of it, felt half of it with my hands.

The king began to ask him:

Do you know, grandfather, where such grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

The old man was deaf, but with great difficulty he heard, with great difficulty he understood. I began to keep the answer.

No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such bread in my field, and I didn’t reap it, and I didn’t buy it.” When they bought bread, the grain was still the same small as it is now. “But,” he says, “I need to ask my father: maybe he heard where such grain was born.”

The king sent for the old man's father and ordered him to bring him to him. They also found the old man’s father and brought him to the king. An old man came on one crutch. The king began to show him grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he saw it well. The king began to ask him:

Do you know, old man, where such grain was born? Didn’t you sow such grain in your own field? Or have you never bought such grain anywhere in your lifetime?

Even though the old man had a weak ear, he heard better than his son.

No,” he says, “I did not sow such grain in my field and did not reap it.” But I didn’t buy it, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory. Everyone fed on their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where such a seed was born. Although our grain was larger than it is now and more threshed, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father that in his time the grain was better than ours, and it was thicker and larger. You need to ask him.

The king sent for his old father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. An old man came to the king without crutches; entered easily; The eyes are light, he hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. Grandfather looked and turned.

“It’s been a long time,” he says, “I haven’t seen the old bread.”

Grandfather took a bite of the grain and chewed a grain.

It’s the same,” he says.

Tell me, grandfather, where was such a grain born? Have you not sowed such bread in your field? Or in your lifetime, where have you bought from people?

And the old man said:

Bread like this has been everywhere in my lifetime. “With this bread,” he says, “I fed myself and fed people for my entire life.”

And the king asked:

So tell me, grandfather, where did you buy such grain, or did you sow it yourself in your own field?

The old man grinned.

In my time,” he says, “no one could even think of such a sin as selling or buying bread.” But they didn’t even know about money: everyone had plenty of their own bread. I myself sowed, and reaped, and threshed this kind of bread.

And the king asked:

So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such grain and where was your field?

And the grandfather said:

My field was God's land. Where he plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They didn’t call their land. They only called their works their own.

Tell me,” says the king, “I have two more things to do: one thing: why was such a grain born before, but now it won’t be born? And another thing is why your grandson walked on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came completely easily; Are your eyes bright, and your teeth strong, and your speech clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things happen?

And the old man said:

That’s why both things happened because people stopped living by their own labors and began to covet other people’s things. In the old days they didn’t live like that: in the old days they lived like God; They owned their own and did not take advantage of others.