Foster father Painting

"Foster father" (Three paintings in one lot. The size of each painting is . A4). Ukrainian folk tale Three brothers remained orphans - neither father nor mother. Not a stake or a yard. So they went to the villages, to work in farms to work as workers. They go and think: "Oh, if only to engage in a good master!" Look, the old man is coming, old-old, white beard to the waist. The old man caught up with his brothers, asks: - Where do you go, kids? And they answer: - Let's get engaged. “Don't you have your own farm?” “No,” they answer. “If we were caught by a good master, we would honestly work with him, listen to him and honor him as a father.” The old man thought and said: “Well then, be your sons to me, and I — your father.” I will make people out of you - I will teach you how to live in honor, in conscience, just obey me. The brothers agreed and went after that old man. They walk in dark forests, wide fields. They go, go and see - the hut is standing, so elegant, little white, planted with variegated flowers. And near the hut a cherry garden. And in the kindergarten - a girl, wholesome, funny, like those flowers. The older brother looked at her and said: - I wish I had this girl as a wife! Yes, cows, yes more oxen! And the old man to him: “Well, let's go get married.” You will have a wife, you will have oxen and cows - live happily ever after, do not forget the truth. They went, got along, walked off a merry wedding. The elder brother became the owner and stayed with his young wife in that house to live. And the old man with his younger brothers went further. They go dark forests, wide fields. They go, go and see - the hut is standing, good, bright. And next to the pond, near the pond is a mill. And a pretty girl near the hut does something - so hard-working. The middle brother looked at her and said: - I wish I had this girl as a wife! And in addition to the mill with a pond. I would sit in the mill, grind bread - I would be full and satisfied. And the old man to him: - Well, son, what do you think! They went to that hut, pulled out a girl, and celebrated a wedding. Now the middle brother was left with his young wife to live in a hut. The old man tells him: - Well, son, live happily, just do not forget the truth. And they went further - a smaller brother and a named father. They go, they look - the poor hut is standing, and the girl comes out of the hut, handsome, and so poorly dressed - just a patch on the patch. Here is the little brother and says: - If I had this girl as a wife! We would work - we would have bread. We would not forget about the poor people: we ourselves would eat and share with people. Then the old man says: “Good, son, it will be so.” Just look, do not forget the truth. I married this too, and went on my own way. And the brothers live. The eldest got so rich that he was building his own house, and he was saving red chervonets — he only thought about how to accumulate those chervonets more. And in order to help the poor man, there is no question about it - he has become very stingy! The middle one also got hold of it, the farm laborers began to work for him, and he himself just lies, eats, drinks and orders. The younger lives quietly: if he starts up at home, he shares with people, but there is nothing, and so all right - he does not complain. So the named father walked and walked around the world, and he wanted to see how his sons were somehow living, they were not at variance with the truth. He pretended to be a wretched old man, came to his eldest son, walks around the yard, bowing low, condemns: - Give the old man a wretched man for food from your bounties! And the son answers: “You're not so old, don't pretend!” If you want, you will earn! I myself recently got on my feet. Get out! And near the very chest the chests are breaking, new houses are built up, the goods are full of shops, the breads are full of bins, the money is uncountable. But he didn’t give alms! The old man left with nothing. He walked away, maybe a mile or two, stood on a hillock, looked back at that farm and for the good - so it all burned! He went to the middle son. He comes, and he has a mill, a pond, and a good farm. Himself at the mill sits. Grandfather bowed low and says: - Give, kind man, at least a handful of flour! I am a wretched wanderer, I have nothing to eat. “Well, yes,” he replies, “I haven’t ground myself yet!” A lot of you are staggering around here, you won’t get enough of everyone! The old man left with nothing. He walked away a bit, stood on a hillock, looked around - and that mill enveloped that smoke-flame! The old man came to his lesser son. And he lives poorly, the hut is small, just clean. “Give,” the old man says, “good people, at least a crust of bread!” A smaller one: “Go to the hut, grandfather, they will feed you there and give you with you.” He comes to the hut. The mistress looked at him, sees - he is in rags, frayed, felt sorry for him. I went to the crate, brought a shirt, pants, gave it to him. He put on. And how he began to put on this shirt, the mistress saw a large wound on his chest. She sat the old man at the table fed, watered. And then the owner asks: “Tell me, grandfather, why is there such a wound on your chest?” “Yes,” he says, “I have such a wound that I will soon die from her.” One day I have to live. - What a disaster! - the mistress says .- And there is no medicine for this wound? “There is,” he says, “one thing, but no one will give it, even though everyone can.” Then the owner says: - Why not give? Tell me, what is the medicine? - Difficult! If the owner takes it and sets fire to his hut with all the good, and ashes from that conflagration fill my wound, then the wound will close and heal. Thought the youngest son. He thought for a long time, and then he said to his wife: - What do you think? “Yes,” the wife replies, “that we will make another hut, but a kind person will die and suddenly no one will be born.” - Well, if so, take the children out of the hut. They took out the children, left themselves. The man looked at the hut - I feel sorry for him for his good. And the old man is pity. He took it and set it on fire. The hut got busy and ... disappeared. And in her place stood another - white, tall, elegant. And the grandfather is standing in a beard grins. “I see,” he says, “son, that of the three of you, only you alone have not missed the truth.” Live happily ever after! Then the lesser son of his named father recognized, rushed to him, and his trace disappeared.

Multi-paneled Painting:Watercolor on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:11.7 W x 8.2 H x 0.1 D in

Number of Panels:2

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