The Judge's Letter To The Greek

There was at one time a poor shepherd-kid whose father and mother

were dead, and he was put by the prevailing voices in the house

of a rich man, who was to encourage him and bring him up. The man and

his wife, then again, had awful hearts, and were voracious and desirous of

their wealth, and vexed at whatever point anybody put a piece of their

bread in his mouth. The poor youthful individual may do what he

loved, he motivated little to eat, however just such a large number of blows the more.

One day he needed to watch a hen and her chickens, however she got away

through a fence with them, and a bird of prey shot down in a flash,

furthermore, carted her away through the air. The kid called, hoodlum,

cheat, rapscallion, with

In transit appetite and thirst tormented the troubled kid

so brutally that he ate two grapes. He took the wicker container to the

judge, yet when the judge had perused the letter, and tallied the

grapes he said, two are absent. The kid admitted genuinely

that, determined by appetite and thirst, he had eaten up the two which

were missing. The judge composed a letter to the agriculturist, and inquired

for the same number of grapes once more. These additionally the kid had

to bring to him with a letter. As he again was so greatly

eager and parched, he couldn't help it, and again ate two grapes.

However, first he took the letter out of the wicker container, put it under a

stone and situated himself subsequently all together that the letter may

not see and sell out him. The judge, nonetheless, again made him give

a clarification about the missing grapes. Ok, said the kid,

how have you learnt that. The letter couldn't think about it,

for I put it under a stone before I did it. The judge could

not help giggling at the kid's straightforwardness, and sent the man a

letter wherein he advised him to care for the poor kid

That, most likely, will

be the genuine toxic substance, and convey demise to me. It was, in any case, no

poison for flies, however hungarian wine. The kid got out the container,

furthermore, purged it. This demise tastes sweet as well, said he, yet right away

after when the wine started to mount into his cerebrum and stun

him, he thought his end was drawing close. I feel that I must kick the bucket,

said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and look for a grave. He

lurched out, came to the churchyard, and laid himself in a recently

burrowed grave. He lost his detects an increasing amount. In the area

was a hotel where a wedding was being held. When he heard the

music, he fancied he was at that point in heaven, until finally

he lost all cognizance. The poor kid never arose again. The

warmth of the solid wine and the icy night-dew denied him of

life, and he stayed in the grave in which he had laid himself.

At the point when the rancher heard the news of the kid's passing he was startled,

what's more, perplexed of being conveyed to equity - undoubtedly, his pain took

such an effective hold of him that he fell blacking out to the