The Ungrateful Poem
Every day matchmakers came to the Shah, but the girl did not want to marry anyone. No one liked her. She didn’t like anything at all. She was always dissatisfied, constantly complaining about her fate.
One day, the daughter of the Shah, accompanied by forty maids, went out into the garden for a walk. She often walked in this garden and always hid from her maids in a quiet corner and sat there, overcome with longing.
And this time the girls began to sing and dance, and the daughter of the Shah, thinking about it, sat under a tree and complained aloud that there was no joy in her life. Suddenly, an eagle came down from the sky, picked it up and carried it away. No one even noticed. An eagle flew over the mountains, over the valleys, and the girl did not dare to sigh or gasp. Finally he reached the forest, went down there, put the girl under a tree and disappeared.
Let’s leave her in the woods and return to the palace, where forty maids sang and danced merrily. Suddenly, they noticed that Mistress was not with them. They searched the entire garden, but they didn’t find her. There was nothing to do. They went to the Shah and said that during the walk his daughter had disappeared from the garden.
Out of grief, the Shah began to beat himself on the head and cry. The vizier and advisers ran to the noise. They listened to the sad news and said:
– O great and wisest Shah, that it makes no sense to beat yourself on the head and cry. Something has to be done.
Somehow calming the Shah, they sent horsemen and heralds all over the land. They traveled for many days, but no one could bring news about the girl.
Let’s leave the Shah in the palace in anguish and sorrow and see what happened to the Shah’s daughter. When she woke up, she could not recover for a long time, and then she got up and went where the eyes look. During the day, she collected herbs, wild berries and ate them, and at night she climbed trees and slept there. So she lived in the forest for forty days. One day, from a tall tree, she saw that in the distance, at the foot of the mountain, a shepherd was herding a herd. She quickly came down from the tree and went to the shepherd.
“O brother,” she said, greeting politely, “I am hungry, will you give me milk?”
The shepherd immediately milked a full shower and handed it to the girl. She drank, wiped her lips and said, “Brother Shepherd, if you have any old clothes, give it to me, and instead of money I will leave you this bracelet.
She opened the bracelet and gave it to the shepherd, and in return he brought her old clothes and sewed a papakha from sheep’s skin. She thanked the shepherd, put on the socks he had given, looked like a young man and moved on. She walked for three days and three nights and finally reached the big city. At the very gates of the city, she went to the tea room and asked the owner:
– O good man, won’t you take me as a servant?
The owner smiled:
– Why not take it? I’ll gladly take it.
Then the girl said:
– Only I don’t have a place to stay, let me spend the night in the tea room.
The owner agreed. And the girl began to deliver tea. Everyone liked the brisk peddler. But one night, wiping glasses and saucers, the girl suddenly remembered her home, her father, her heart clenched and she began to complain bitterly about her fate, which deprived her of wealth and shelter. Thinking about it, she picked up a tray of glasses, wanted to take it to the tea room, but tripped and dropped. All the glasses broke.
Morning came. The owner came. He saw what the girl had done, got angry and chased her away. Crying bitterly, the poor girl from the teahouse came out, not knowing where to go, who to find refuge with. She went without dismantling the roads. I walked for a long time and suddenly found that I had gone out of town. She looked around, seeing merchants going with a caravan, carrying goods somewhere. The girl hurried to them.
“I’ve lost my way,” she said sheepishly. – I’m tired, I don’t have anyone. Take me with you wherever you go. I will serve you.
The merchants took pity and took her with them.
They walked until dark, and then let the camels graze, and they went to bed. The girl was embarrassed to lie down next to them and, moving away, went to bed in the pit.
At dawn, the caravan moved on, while the girl was still asleep in her pit. The merchants, not seeing yesterday’s wanderer, did not look for him.
The girl woke up to find that the caravan and the trail had caught a cold. Frustrated, grumbling, she wandered, not knowing where. I walked a lot, I walked little by little, a day on the road, an hour on a halt. Rivers – forded, mountains – bypassed, and finally found myself in a dense forest. That’s where she stayed. In the afternoon she picked wild fruits and ate them, moderating hunger. At night, she climbed a tree and slept there, trembling with fear that some beast would smell her and tear her apart.
One day, the son of the Shah, who ruled in these places, came to the forest to hunt. For a long time he did not see either a beast or a bird. Suddenly, a fleet-footed deer raced in front of him. The young man threw up a bow and chased after the beast. For a long time he jumped after the deer, but never caught. Having lost hope of luck, he let the horse step back. At the spring I stopped to drink the horse and suddenly saw in the water the reflection of some young man. He raised his head: a young man was sitting on a tree, eyes sparkling, looking at him. The Shah’s son grabbed a bow and wanted to shoot him. But the young man prayed:
– O brave hunter, take pity on me, don’t ruin me! I won’t do you any harm. I have nowhere to live, so I climbed here.
“If so, get off the tree,” the Shah’s son ordered. When the girl went down, a daddy fell from her head, and the braids of two snakes slid down her back. The prince could not recover from surprise. Finally he asked:
– O beautiful girl, who are you, where are you from and where are you going?
She truthfully told him about everything that happened to her and only hid that she was the daughter of the Shah. The young man took pity on her, took her with him to the palace. There he instructed the servants to change her clothes and give her a good room. And he arranged a feast and forgot about his guest.
A few days passed. Once the son of the Shah remembered the girl, wanted to see her. As soon as he opened the door to her room, he froze on the threshold, as if struck by lightning. In front of him stood a girl, beautiful as the face of the moon. He wanted to speak, but he was speechless. He wanted to walk up to her, but his legs didn’t listen to him. And at that moment, the son of the Shah knew the power of love. From now on, he lost his peace, did not sleep until the morning. And at dawn he came to the girl and opened his heart to her.
It must be said that the son of the Shah was also indescribably handsome. And she responded to his love with the same ardent love. From that moment on, they spent all their time together. The Shah learned of this story and called his son to him:
– My son and heir, I heard that you fell in love with a girl whom you found in the forest and sheltered in our palace. I didn’t contradict you, I like you’re kind. But is it appropriate for you to love a commoner? How can you marry a girl whose origin and lineage are unknown to us? Come to your senses, my son, I will marry you to the daughter of the chief vizier.
For a long time he persuaded his son. He promised mountains of gold, but achieved nothing. The young man said his:
– O dear father, forgive me, I have always obeyed you, but now I cannot. I won’t marry anyone other than the girl I brought me out of the woods. And now if you want – execute me, if you want – they led the wedding to play.
The Shah realized that there was great love and nothing could be done, he told me to prepare for the wedding. We played the wedding for forty days and forty nights. And nine months and nine days later, a son was born to young people. The Shah arranged a great feast, called viziers, advisers, fortune tellers, dervishes. Doors were open to wanderers as well.
The servants loved the new lady very much, cared for her and her son.
Her husband loved her like no husband loved his wife. And still the girl complained about her fate, was dissatisfied with everything. And so they lived, until one day, waking up in the morning, she saw that the bed next to her was empty, and the child was not.
Crying, she rushed to her husband. The news of the child’s disappearance reached the Shah. He gave the order to search everything around, but the child was never found anywhere.
A year later, another boy was born to the Shah’s daughter-in-law. And again one day this child disappeared. The girl woke up in the morning and saw that her hands and mouth were covered in blood. The news of this spread throughout the region. And they decided that she had killed her child. The Shah called her to him. No matter how much the girl swore, no matter how godless she was, no one believed her. The Shah ordered his vizier:
– Take her into the woods, kill her, and as proof bring me her bloody shirt.
The vizier put his right hand to his eyes and said:
– O my shah, today your order will be executed.
He took the vizier of the girl and led her into the forest. And I must say that this vizier was very smart and fair. He knew that a mother would not kill her child, and he felt that there was some secret here. So he let the girl go and said:
– Daughter, get out of here. Try your luck. If you do not die on the way, wild animals do not eat you, maybe you will find your good lot somewhere.
The vizier shot the bird, soaked it with blood on the girl’s shirt and carried it to the Shah. The Shah saw a bloody shirt and believed that his daughter-in-law was dead.
But let’s leave the Shah, the vizier and the Shah’s son in the palace and follow the poor woman who lost everything she had and now rightly lamented her fate. After the vizier left, she sat for a long time, not knowing where to go, what to do, then went out on the path. Suddenly, she saw a man walking ahead with a bundle of firewood. She wanted to ask him for directions. But I was afraid: what if it is a thief or a robber? But he, hearing someone’s footsteps behind his back, looked around. The girl hurried to hide behind a tree. He realized that the girl was hiding from him, and without saying a word, he moved on.
When he moved away a little, the girl came out from behind the tree and followed in its footsteps. He looked around again, and again the girl hid. The stranger laughed:
– Baby, I’m not a child, why are you playing hide-and-seek with me?
These words cheered her up, she decided to come closer.
– Daughter, what are you doing in these parts, who are you?
“I’ve lost my way,” she replied, “and I can’t find my way into town.
He looked at her pale face, tattered clothes, bare feet and uncovered head and said:
– Daughter, tell me the truth, it doesn’t look like you just lost your way.
For a long time he persuaded her, promised that he would take her where she asked, only let him tell about his grief.
“Because,” he concluded, “I see: you have a heavy grief.
She began to cry and told her everything that had happened to her since the very minute the eagle grabbed her in his paws and carried her into the forest. Then a passerby said:
– Daughter, you were the daughter of the Shah and married the Shah. You’ve always lived in luxury, you’ve had forty servants, you’ve never been denied anything. And yet you complained about fate. Everything you told me happened to you just because you’re so ungrateful. Stop complaining, complaining, and then everything will get better.
But she shook her head, not believing his words.
– Daughter, listen, I’ll tell you about my life. And you’ll believe me.
He lowered a bundle of firewood to the ground, sat down and began his story.
– I was a poor lumberjack. As a child, I would bring a bundle of firewood from the woods every day and sell it for two spots. No matter how hard I tried, I could not earn more than two piglets. I kept whining and crying. “O Allah,” I said, “Until when; destined for me to eke out such a miserable existence! Either make my pennies multiply, or let them not be at all, so that I eventually starve to death.”
That same night, I dreamed that my earnings had become even smaller and now I was earning one penny a day. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. “Glory to Allah,” I thought, “the end is coming soon.”
However, in the morning, as always, I went to the forest, chopped wood and took it to the market to sell. There were no buyers, as luck would have it. I was about to go home, deciding that my dream was coming true, but then some merchant came out on the threshold of his shop and called me. I walked over. There was fun in the house. Some played, others danced, others laughed out loud. It turns out that the owner was celebrating his daughter’s wedding. And in the yard, pilaf was boiled in seven copper cauldrons. The merchant told me to throw wood into the hearth. When I did this, he gave me ten piglets and said:
– Son, I see you are a quick guy, help the servants carry the dishes, and for this you will be fed to the fullest.
I agreed. All night I wore and washed dishes, and when in the morning the merchant’s daughter was taken to her husband’s house, I lay down in a corner and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was about to leave, but the merchant’s wife told me to wait, and she told her husband:
– Look, we gave our daughter in marriage, we have no other children. If the two of us stay in the house, we will be bored and bored. Maybe let’s take this boy?
The merchant readily agreed with his wife. That’s how I stayed with them. No one was waiting for me at home, because I had no one in the whole white world. I helped the merchant’s wife with housework, sometimes I stayed to guard the shop. But no matter what I did, every day I went to the forest to chop wood, brought a large bundle into the city and sold. And – strange thing, no matter who bought firewood from me – everyone without a single word gave ten spots.
One day, his friends came to the merchant and said that they were going to go to another city for goods, and called him with them. But he sighed heavily and refused: “It seems that this time I will not be able to go with you. Something can’t help me.”
And when the guests left, the merchant’s wife said: “Listen, give the boy some money, let him go instead of you.” The merchant shook his head:
– I’m afraid, wife, because he doesn’t know how to trade. He will waste all the money, and he will be lost for nothing. But the wife insisted:
– Nothing will happen. What about being a child. Let him get used to it. Your comrades will help him. We’ll see what happens.
In the end, the merchant agreed, gave me a hundred mists and sent me with a caravan. We walked for a long time… And at random, and at random, and at random. Finally, after forty days and forty nights, we reached the city where we were supposed to make purchases. None of my companions spent a single fog on the road, and I didn’t have half left. They swore to me, honoring me in every way:
– The good merchant sheltered you, made you his son. Now he’s sent you for the goods. So do not waste money, there will be nothing left for the purchase.
But I didn’t listen and did my own.
In the city, I completely quarreled with them and rented a room in some kind of caravanserai. At night, I heard heartbreaking moans coming from the next room. I couldn’t stand it and went there. A merchant unknown to me, sick and very old, was lying in bed and moaning. He was on his last breath. I rubbed his back and sides and made him drink a glass of hot tea. A short time later, he regained consciousness. And in the morning, seeing that I had spent the whole night near him, he began to thank me and said:
– Son, I don’t have anybody. I’m going to die today. I don’t want all my wealth to go to strangers. I see you are a good person. Take everything for yourself. But here’s how. I brought a hundred bags of rice to this city for sale. They are kept in the barns of the Shah. In each bag I hid a purse with gold. No one knows. You are the first person I reveal my secret to. I do this because soon my soul will soar to heaven, and you helped me in my dying hour. As soon as it becomes known that I have died, the Shah will give the order to sell my rice. Hurry there and, no matter how much you ask for a bag, pay. Bring this bag to where you live, and tell the servants of the Shah not to sell the rest of the rice to anyone. The next day you’ll take everything. As soon as you bring one bag to you, take out a purse of gold from it. With this money, you buy the rest of the rice and in each bag you will find the same wallet. Let it all get to you.
Having said this, the merchant closed his eyes and died. I buried him properly.
Indeed, as soon as the news of the merchant’s death reached the Shah, he ordered to announce it throughout the city, adding that there were a hundred bags of rice left and whoever wanted to buy them, let him come to the Shah’s barn. At the same moment, I went there. As the merchant ordered, I bought one bag, and for the rest I promised to come tomorrow. I brought the bag to my caravanserai and untied it and poured the rice on the floor. The wallet was in place. With this gold I bought the other ninety-nine bags. Two days later, putting all the rice on the camels, I went home. The merchant who adopted me, seeing how much good I had brought, was surprised. “Son,” he said, “I gave you only a hundred mists. How did you manage to buy so much rice with this money?” I laughed: “You still do not see everything, in every bag there is a purse with gold.”
Hearing this, the merchant was very happy. All the money raised from the sale of rice and found in bags, we divided in half. I built myself a house so beautiful that not even the Shah has. From that day on, wherever I go, no matter what I do, money is poured on me. And now I’m very rich. But still, in gratitude to the bundle of firewood, which once fed me, and then helped me get out of the shackles of poverty, I from time to time go to the forest and chop wood. Obey me, daughter, never be ungrateful. Whatever fate gives you, thank her for everything. Then you will be happy. Otherwise, your affairs will never get better.
She listened to him carefully and said:
– You’re right, I’ve been very thankless all my life. And he added:
– Daughter, you said you lost your way. Now I’m going to the city, if you want, I’ll take you with me.
But she thought that in such rags it was embarrassing to appear in the city and refused:
– Thank you, good man, now I’ll find my own way. You go, I’ll get in your footsteps a little bit later.
He said goodbye and went home.
As soon as the man left, the girl saw that an old woman was walking towards her. She rejoiced and ran to the old woman.
-Grandma, it’s so good that I met you. Tell me, what are you doing in this forest?
The old woman laughed.
– Daughter, first you tell me, what are you doing here?
The girl began to talk about everything that happened to her.
But before she could say a few words, the old woman interrupted her:
-Daughter, I asked you what you’re doing here to test you. I know everything myself. Now tell me: Are you still complaining about your fate?
The girl realized that the old woman knew everything about her, and said:
-Oh no. I will no longer complain about my fate.
The old woman saw that she was speaking sincerely, took her hand and led her to her.
She lived on a bald mountain in the middle of the forest. Not a single road led to this mountain, all its slopes were steep. And only in one place there was a barely noticeable narrow path. It was the old woman who led the girl. At the very top, she stopped in front of a cave, the entrance to which was through a narrow narrow narrow crevice. They barely squeezed into the crack. The first thing she saw were her sons. She was very surprised and delighted. She hugged them, pressed them to her chest and cried. When the first excitement subsided, she asked:
– Grandma, what does that mean? Who brought my children here? The old woman replied:
– Daughter, listen and know. I brought your children here, and I brought you from your father’s house to this forest. I put all the ungrateful people to hard trials. Have you stopped complaining about fate? The princess swore that she would never be ungrateful until the end of her days. Then the old woman said:
– Now get up, pick up your children and come out of this cave. I will now turn into a bird, you will sit on my wings, and I will take you to your husband.
As soon as she said the last words, her hands turned into wings, her nose into her beak. The royal daughter took her sons in her arms and sat on the wings of the bird. But let them fly, and we’ll see what happened to the Shah’s son.
Having lost his wife and children, he began to wither with grief, dressed in mourning and spent all the time in tears. Father, mother and vizier, friends and nobles persuaded to calm down, to stop being sad. Nothing helped. It dried up and paled, melting like a candle.
One day he was sitting in an abandoned corner of the Shah’s garden, immersed in sorrowful thoughts. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old fortune teller appeared. Seeing the young man thinking, he asked:
“Son, why are you so sad?” Tell me about your grief. The young man raised his head:
– Listen, and you’re not ashamed to be called a fortune teller?! If you were a real fortune teller, you wouldn’t ask me why I’m sad. You’d know for yourself what my grief is.
These words really touched the old man, he opened his book and, putting it in front of him, began to guess.
– O son of the Shah, and I will tell you that you yearn for your wife and children.
The Son of the Shah, seeing that his grief had been correctly unraveled, said:
– And how do I get rid of this grief? The fortune teller flipped through a few pages and said:
– O son of the Shah, as long as you complain about your fate, you will weep and moan, you will not get rid of your grief. But once you start having fun and talking to people, everything will be fine.
Having said that, he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. The young man thought, “I’ll check the words of the fortune teller.” On the same day, he ordered a feast to be held in the garden. That just wasn’t there. The tables were bursting with food. Overseas drinks flowed like a river. Sherbet was poured directly from the barrels. The music thundered like a wedding. The shah’s son had the most fun. The courtiers were surprised: for so long the son of the Shah had not even smiled, and then he had such fun.
But let’s leave the young man feasting and see what his wife and children are doing. While he was having fun, they swept across the seventh heaven on the wings of a sorceress bird. Finally, she descended over the Shah’s garden, carefully planted travelers on the grass and disappeared. The princess quietly walked to the place from where the sounds of music could be heard, and saw that it was her husband who was having fun. She hunched over, stopped and looked at him from a distance. But he suddenly raised his head, noticed it, recognized it immediately and ran up. He hugged his wife and children, pressed him to his chest and asked:
How did you manage to stay alive? Tell me. She told about everything that happened to her, and at the end she sighed heavily. The Shah’s son asked:
– Why are you sighing? After all, you promised never to complain again.
“I’ve experienced so much grief,” she replied, “so much trouble, I almost died a few times, but I’ve never forgotten you. And you’re here, it turns out, feasting, having fun.
He hugged her even hotter and said:
– You’re wrong. Just today, a smile appeared on my face. Ever since you left, I was all in black, crying from morning to night. But today some fortune teller appeared in the garden and told me that while I was crying and grieving, I would be miserable, and if I started having fun, happiness would smile on me. I listened to him and had a feast. As you can see, he’s right. My children and wife returned to me.
They started having fun together. And I was at that feast. Sherbet was drinking, his mustache was leaking, he didn’t get into his mouth. Pilaf ate, took it with his hands, put it on his tongue, but he did not get into his mouth.