Fairy tale on a wonderful psaltery

Veins one miller-wizard. Also there was at it an assistant-zasypka who helped it and with work. Here has worked this засыпка three years and speaks:

- The master, give me some money for road, I home will go.

And the master also speaks хлопцу:

- Money at me is not present, and I will give you such psaltery, that as will play on them different miracles you will see.

Took хлопец a psaltery and has gone. Goes and goes, and the road conducted through wood, and robbers have attacked it in wood. Ask it:

- You, the miller where you hurry up?

- Home, - speaks, - I hasten.

- Give money, instead of you will give, - here to you and death!

- There is no at me money, and here there is such psaltery, that how to play on them different miracles are.

- Well, so play.

The miller has started to play, robbers began to dance, in any way stop ме can.

- Cease, cease, the white miller to play, we will give you a gold bag!

The miller has ceased to play, and thieves have brought to it the whole bag of gold. Took the miller a bag of gold and has gone to itself home. It comes home. And robbers among themselves speak:

- Эх, fools we, fools so danced, what hardly was to the god to a shower have not given, moreover a bag of gold to it have presented.

Here one of robbers also has gathered for searches хлопца. The robber comes to court and addresses to the judge:

- Such here the miller has stolen at me a gold bag.

The judge, without thinking twice, has called judicial and ordered to catch it this miller. Have run up judicial every which way and have caught the white miller, have resulted it in court.

- You have stolen, the judge of the miller, a gold-bag-asks?

- No, - speaks, - me robbers its distances.

- The lie, - speaks the judge, - robbers do not give some gold to anybody, on the contrary, they take away, you should hang up!

Here have started to put among village the gallows. People as will hang up the miller were going to take a look. And the miller also speaks:

- People kind, permit to me last time to play on my psaltery, and that then I will not play any more.

And the robber shouts:

- Oh, oh, do not order to play to it!

- No, - the judge speaks, - is necessary its last desire to execute.

And only it has played on a psaltery as cats and dogs were started up all in пляс, заплясали even, and the miller plays all and plays, and the robber admitted, at last, that it has indeed given it a gold bag.

Then мелыника have released, and the robber have hung up