THE STORY OF THE UNLUCKY DAYS.

T the end of a village on the
verge of the steppe dwelt two
brothers, one rich and the other
poor. One day the poor brother
came to the rich brother’s house

 

and sat down at his table; but
the rich brother drove him away
and said: “How durst thou sit at my table? Be
off! Thy proper place is in the fields to scare

!” §o the poor brother went into

away the crows
the fields to scare away the crows. The crows all
flew away when they saw him, but amongst them
was a raven that flew back again and said to him:
“Oman! in this village thou wilt never be able to
live, for here there is neither luck nor happiness for
thee, but go into another village and thou shalt do
well!” Then the man went home, called together

his wife and children, put up the few old clothes that
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