Why do old people honor Painting

One cruel king issued such a law: to kill all old people. “Old men can neither reap, nor plow, nor cut trees,” he said. “They just sit at home, eat bread for nothing and get underfoot. And so the royal executioners rolled up their sleeves and took axes in their hands. All the old people were recounted. Only one old man remained in that land - the father of a certain boyar. He regretted the boyar of the old father, did not give him to the executioners, but hid him in a hiding place and fed him there. Nobody knew about him, did not know. The cruel king had a black horse, so impetuous that no light had ever seen. Not that I traveled around, but nobody dared to approach him. There lived one healer in the royal palace, a cunning woman. Once the king asked her how to travel around the horse. And she answered him: - How to travel? And command, sovereign, to your lords to make a lasso from sand. You will lasso your black horse a sand lasso, it will become a quieter sheep. The king called all the boyars and declared his will: “Tomorrow, bring me a lasso of sand.” And if you come to the palace without a lasso, I will re-list you all. The boyars parted, hanging their heads. No one understood how to make a lasso from sand. Among the boyars was also the one who saved his father from execution. He returned home, here is the old man and asks: - What is twisted, son? Boyarin told what the king demands. “Is that all?” says the old man. “Well, you have nothing to fear. Tomorrow morning, when you all gather in the palace, the king will ask you: "Where is the lasso?" Give us a sample. " The son fulfilled his father's advice. The next day, the king listened to a clever excuse, bowed his head and said: - What is true is true, you should give a sample, but there is nowhere to take it. And the king of the boyars did not execute. That summer there was a great drought, which has never happened on earth. Everything burned out - both grass and bread. The granaries are empty, not a grain is left on the seeds. People were afraid - not to starve to death! The king is also a big concern. He called his boyars again and orders: - Listen to the royal word! Come to the palace tomorrow and report to me where to get the grain for sowing. Otherwise, I’m taking off all your heads. The boyars did not come out of the king themselves. How to be No grain anywhere - even a rolling ball! And then the old man sees - the one who lived in the hiding place - his son twisted again. He began to question his son, and he answered him: “Well, father, this time too, you cannot help me.” - Why? “Yes, because there is not a grain in our whole land, and the king ordered us, the boyars, to report to him tomorrow where to find seeds for sowing.” - Don’t be afraid, son. So tomorrow you will come to the king, and you advise him to order the peasants to tear up all the anthills that exist in our kingdom. There they will find the grain that the ants harvested. The next day, the peasants tore up the anthills and each collected a bag of large grain. Then the king graciously treated the boyar and asked: “Tell me, who gave you such wise advice?” “I dare not, sir.” I will say - command me to hang. - Speak! Not a hair will fall from your head. Then the boyar admitted that he had hidden his father, and the old man taught him how to dissuade himself from the sand lasso, and indicated where to find the hidden grain. And then a new law was issued: no one dares to offend old people, and when they walk along the street, everyone must give way to them. Motto: The word God about the camp to the fathers.

Painting:Watercolor on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:14.2 W x 10.2 H x 0.1 D in

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