Analysis of the product of grain with a hen's egg. Grain with chicken egg
Grain with chicken egg
Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich
Grain with chicken egg
Leo Tolstoy
GRAIN WITH CHICKEN EGG
Once the guys in the ravine found a thing with egg, with a track in the middle and looks like a grain. A traveler saw a 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 sages, told them to find out what kind of thing is this - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought, thought - they could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, began to peck, and pecked at the hole; everyone saw that the grain. The wise men came and said to the king: "This is rye grain."
The king was surprised. I told the wise men to find out where and when this grain was born. The wise men thought, thought, looked in books - they found nothing. They came to the king, they say:
- We cannot give an answer. Nothing is written about this in our books; we must ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.
The tsar sent, ordered the old peasant to be brought to him. They found the old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, forcibly entered on two crutches.
The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer sees; I somehow made out half of it, felt half with my hands.
His king began to ask:
- Do you know, grandfather, where such grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
The old man was deaf, with violence he heard, with violence he understood. 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 to buy.” When they bought bread, all the same grain was small, as it is now. But it is necessary, - he says, - to ask my father; maybe he heard where such a grain was born.
The king sent for the old man's father, ordered 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 the grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he can see well. The king began to ask him:
- Do you know, old man, where such grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
Although the old man was strong in his ear, he heard better than his son.
“No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such grain in my field and didn’t reap it. But I did not buy to buy, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory either. Everyone ate their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where this grain was born. Even though our grain was larger than the present and thriving, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father - in his time bread was better against ours, and was harder and harder. You have to ask him.
The tsar sent for the old man's father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. The old man entered the king without crutches; entered easily; eyes are light, hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. The grandfather looked and turned it over.
- For a long time, - he says, - I have not seen an old bread.
Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain,
- It is the most, - he says.
- Tell me, grandfather, where was this grain born? Have you not planted such bread in your field? Or in my time, where did you buy from people?
And the old man said:
- Bread like this in my life has been rewarded everywhere. With this bread, - he says, - I have fed myself and people have fed.
And the king asked:
- So tell me, grandfather, did you buy such grain where, or did you sow it on your own field?
The old man chuckled.
“In my time,” he says, “no one could have thought of such a sin to sell or buy bread. And they didn’t know about money: everyone had their own bread. I myself have sowed bread and threshed and threshed 6f7.
And the king asked:
- So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such bread and where was your field?
And the grandfather said:
- My field was - the land of God. Where plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They did not call their land. They only called their own labors.
“Tell me,” says the king, “I have two more things to do: one thing - why did such a seed be 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 quite easily; your eyes are light, and your teeth are strong, and your speech is clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things get started?
And the old man said:
- Because both things have become, that people have ceased to live by their own labors, - they began to covet someone else's. In the old days they did not live like that: in the old days they lived like God; they possessed their own, they did not take advantage of others.
Once the guys in a ravine found a thing with a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and looks like grain. A traveler saw a 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 sages, told them to find out what kind of thing is this - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought, thought - they could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, began to peck, and pecked at the hole; everyone saw that the grain. The wise men came and said to the king: "This is rye grain."
The king was surprised. I told the wise men to find out where and when this grain was born. The wise men thought, thought, looked in books - they found nothing. They came to the king, they say:
We cannot give an answer. Nothing is written about this in our books; we must ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.
The tsar sent, ordered the old peasant to be brought to him. They found the old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, forcibly entered on two crutches.
The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer sees; I somehow made out half of it, felt half with my hands.
His king began to ask:
Do you know, grandfather, where this grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
The old man was deaf, with violence he heard, with violence he understood. Began to keep the answer.
No, - he says, - I never sowed such bread in my field, and I didn’t reap, and I didn’t buy to buy. When they bought bread, all the same grain was small, as it is now. But it is necessary, - he says, - to ask my father: maybe he heard where such grain was born.
The king sent for the old man's father, ordered 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 the grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he can see well. The king began to ask him:
Do you know, old man, where such a grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
Although the old man was strong in his ear, he heard better than his son.
No, - he says, - he never sowed such grain in his field and never reaped. But I did not buy to buy, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory either. Everyone ate their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where this grain was born. Even though our grain was larger than the present and thriving, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father - in his time bread was better against ours, and was harder and harder. You have to ask him.
The tsar sent for the old man's father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. The old man entered the king without crutches; entered easily; eyes are light, hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. The grandfather looked and turned it over.
For a long time, - he says, - I have not seen an old bread.
Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain.
It is the most, - he says.
Tell me, grandfather, where was this grain born? Have you not planted such bread in your field? Or in my time, where did you buy from people?
And the old man said:
Bread like this in my lifetime has been thriving everywhere. With this, bread, - he says, - I have fed myself and people have fed.
And the king asked:
So tell me, grandfather, did you buy such grain where, or did you sow it on your own field?
The old man chuckled.
In my time, he says, no one could have thought of such a sin to sell or buy bread. And they didn’t know about money: everyone had their own bread. I sowed such bread myself, and stung and threshed.
And the king asked:
So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such bread and where was your field?
And the grandfather said:
My field was - the earth of God. Where plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They did not call their land. They only called their own labors.
Tell me, - says the king, - I still have two things to do: one thing - why was such a grain born before, but now it will not be born? And another thing is why your grandson walked on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came quite easily; your eyes are light, and your teeth are strong, and your speech is clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things get started?
And the old man said:
That is why both deeds have become, that people have ceased to live by their labors, - they began to covet someone else's. In the old days they did not live like that: in the old days they lived like God; they possessed their own, they did not take advantage of others.
Grain with chicken egg
Once the guys in a ravine found a thing with a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and looks like grain. A traveler saw a 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 sages, told them to find out what kind of thing is this - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought, thought - they could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, began to peck, and pecked at the hole; everyone saw that the grain. The wise men came and said to the king: "This is rye grain."
The king was surprised. He told the wise men to find out where and when this grain was born? The wise men thought, thought, looked in books - they found nothing. They came to the king and said: “We cannot give an answer. Nothing is written about this in our books; we have to ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown? "
The tsar sent, ordered the old peasant to be brought to him. They found the 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 sees; I somehow made out half of it, felt half with my hands.
His king began to ask: “Do you know, grandfather, where this grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
The old man was deaf, with violence he heard, with violence he understood. He 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 to buy. When they bought bread, all the same grain was small, as it is now. But it is necessary, - he says, - to ask my father; maybe he heard where such a grain was born? "
The king sent for the old man's father, ordered 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 the grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he can see well. The king began to ask him: “Do you know, old man, where such a grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life? "
Although the old man was strong in his ear, he heard better than his son. “No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such grain in my field and didn’t reap it. But I did not buy to buy, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory either. Everyone ate their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where this grain was born. Even though our grain was larger than the present and thriving, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father - in his time bread was better against ours and was more thundering and larger. You have to ask him. "
The tsar sent for the old man's father. They found my grandfather; led to the king. The old man entered the king without crutches; entered easily - his eyes are light, hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. The grandfather looked and turned it over. “For a long time,” he says, “I haven't seen an old bread.” Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain.
- It is the most, - he says.
- Tell me, grandfather, where was this grain born? Have you not planted such bread in your field? Or in my time, where did you buy from people?
And the old man said: “Bread like this in my time has been rewarded everywhere. With this bread, - he says, - I have fed myself and people have fed. "
And the king asked: "So tell me, grandfather, did you buy such grain where, or did you sow it on your own field?"
The old man chuckled.
“In my time,” he says, “no one could have thought of such a sin to sell or buy bread. And they did not know about money; they all had their own bread. I sowed such bread myself, and stung and threshed.
And the king asked: "So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such bread and where was your field?"
And the grandfather said: “My field was - the land of God. Where plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They did not know their land. They only called their labors "theirs."
“Tell me,” says the king, “I have two more things to do: one thing - why did such a seed be born before, but now it won’t be born? And another matter - why did your grandson walk on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came quite easily, your eyes are bright and your teeth are strong, and your speech is clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things get started?
And the old man said: “Because both things have become, that people have ceased to live by their labors - they began to covet others. In the old days they did not live like that: in the old days they lived like God; they owned their own, they didn’t take advantage of others ”.
Lev Tolstoy
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Once the guys in a ravine found a thing with a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and looks like grain. A traveler saw a 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 sages, told them to find out what kind of thing is this - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought, thought - they could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, began to peck, and pecked at the hole; everyone saw that the grain. The wise men came and said to the king: "This is rye grain."
The king was surprised. He told the wise men to find out where and when this grain was born? The wise men thought, thought, looked in books - they found nothing. They came to the king and said: “We cannot give an answer. Nothing is written about this in our books; we have to ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown? "
The tsar sent, ordered the old peasant to be brought to him. They found the 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 sees; I somehow made out half of it, felt half with my hands.
His king began to ask: “Do you know, grandfather, where this grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
The old man was deaf, with violence he heard, with violence he understood. He 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 to buy. When they bought bread, all the same grain was small, as it is now. But it is necessary, - he says, - to ask my father; maybe he heard where such a grain was born? "
The king sent for the old man's father, ordered 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 the grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he can see well. The king began to ask him: “Do you know, old man, where such a grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life? "
Although the old man was strong in his ear, he heard better than his son. “No,” he says, “I didn’t sow such grain in my field and didn’t reap it. But I did not buy to buy, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory either. Everyone ate their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where this grain was born. Even though our grain was larger than the present and thriving, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father - in his time bread was better against ours and was more thundering and larger. You have to ask him. "
The tsar sent for the old man's father. They found my grandfather; led to the king. The old man entered the king without crutches; entered easily - his eyes are light, hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. The grandfather looked and turned it over. “For a long time,” he says, “I haven't seen an old bread.” Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain.
It is the most, - he says.
Tell me, grandfather, where was this grain born? Have you not planted such bread in your field? Or in my time, where did you buy from people?
And the old man said: “Bread like this in my time has been rewarded everywhere. With this bread, - he says, - I have fed myself and people have fed. "
And the king asked: "So tell me, grandfather, did you buy such grain where, or did you sow it on your own field?"
The old man chuckled.
In my time, he says, no one could have thought of such a sin to sell or buy bread. And they did not know about money; they all had their own bread -------- Olya had. I sowed such bread myself, and stung and threshed.
And the king asked: "So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such bread and where was your field?"
And the grandfather said: “My field was - the land of God. Where plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They did not know their land. They only called their labors "theirs."
Tell me, - says the king, - I still have two things to do: one thing - why was such a grain born before, but now it will not be born? And another matter - why did your grandson walk on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came quite easily, your eyes are bright and your teeth are strong, and your speech is clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things get started?
And the old man said: “Because both things have become, that people have ceased to live by their labors - they began to covet others. In the old days they did not live like that: in the old days they lived like God; they owned their own, they didn’t take advantage of others ”.
Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich
Grain with chicken egg
Leo Tolstoy
GRAIN WITH CHICKEN EGG
Once the guys in a ravine found a thing with a chicken egg, with a path in the middle and looks like grain. A traveler saw a 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 sages, told them to find out what kind of thing is this - an egg or a grain? The wise men thought, thought - they could not give an answer. This little thing was lying on the window, a chicken flew in, began to peck, and pecked at the hole; everyone saw that the grain. The wise men came and said to the king: "This is a grain of rye."
The king was surprised. I told the wise men to find out where and when this grain was born. The wise men thought, thought, looked in books - they found nothing. They came to the king, they say:
We cannot give an answer. Nothing is written about this in our books; we must ask the peasants if anyone has heard from the old people when and where such grain was sown.
The tsar sent, ordered the old peasant to be brought to him. They found the old man and brought him to the king. An old man came, green, toothless, forcibly entered on two crutches.
The king showed him the grain, but the old man no longer sees; I somehow made out half of it, felt half with my hands.
His king began to ask:
Do you know, grandfather, where this grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
The old man was deaf, with violence he heard, with violence he understood. Began to keep the answer.
No, - he says, - I never sowed such bread in my field, and I didn’t reap, and I didn’t buy to buy. When they bought bread, all the same grain was small, as it is now. But it is necessary, - he says, - to ask my father; maybe he heard where such a grain was born.
The king sent for the old man's father, ordered 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 the grain. The old man can still see with his eyes, he can see well. The king began to ask him:
Do you know, old man, where such a grain was born? Haven't you planted such bread on your own field? Or have you ever bought such grain anywhere in your life?
Although the old man was strong in his ear, he heard better than his son.
No, - he says, - he never sowed such grain in his field and never reaped. But I did not buy to buy, because in my lifetime there was no money in the factory either. Everyone ate their own bread, and when needed, they shared with each other. I don’t know where this grain was born. Even though our grain was larger than the present and thriving, I have never seen anything like it. I heard from my father - in his time bread was better against ours, and was harder and harder. You have to ask him.
The tsar sent for the old man's father. They found my grandfather and brought him to the king. The old man entered the king without crutches; entered easily; eyes are light, hears well and speaks clearly. The king showed the grain to his grandfather. The grandfather looked and turned it over.
For a long time, - he says, - I have not seen an old bread.
Grandfather took a bite of grain, chewed a grain,
It is the most, - he says.
Tell me, grandfather, where was this grain born? Have you not planted such bread in your field? Or in my time, where did you buy from people?
And the old man said:
Bread like this in my lifetime has been thriving everywhere. With this bread, - he says, - I have fed myself and people have fed.
And the king asked:
So tell me, grandfather, did you buy such grain where, or did you sow it on your own field?
The old man chuckled.
In my time, he says, no one could have thought of such a sin to sell or buy bread. And they didn’t know about money: everyone had their own bread. I myself have sowed bread and threshed and threshed 6f7.
And the king asked:
So tell me, grandfather, where did you sow such bread and where was your field?
And the grandfather said:
My field was - the earth of God. Where plowed, there is a field. The land was free. They did not call their land. They only called their own labors.
Tell me, - says the king, - I still have two things to do: one thing - why was such a grain born before, but now it will not be born? And another thing is why your grandson walked on two crutches, your son came on one crutch, but you came quite easily; your eyes are light, and your teeth are strong, and your speech is clear and welcoming? Why, tell me, grandfather, did these two things get started?
And the old man said:
That is why both deeds have become, that people have ceased to live by their labors, - they began to covet someone else's. In the old days they did not live like that: in the old days they lived like God; they possessed their own, they did not take advantage of others.
