It was a horse guy selling and boast:
- whom he likes obduyu, and Maven, and simple, and St., whom he likes!
And soon, he said,, and he was an old man to meet.
- Sell the horse something!
Looked at him, Kuzma, So, old man from Godea and talk something with - time to lose.
- And how many?
- One hundred rubles.
- What-you, Cross on you that there is no? your horse a horse was, to saezzhen, not worth tens.
- Well, and piss, - ohrыznulsya Kuzma, - the price is not for you, not for you and the horse! - and went.
And the old man went, I said nothing, but stopped, that some thought and certainly catches.
And he is silent.
- Give, though a, - asks the old man, not far behind.
And was about to lift up his Kuzma: bothered.
- Well, okay, Oh yes mercy when, read what! - said the old man and dumped him on the palm of gold coins, and he got on his horse and farewell.
Kuzma in the eyes dizzy - gold coins!
And he wanted to hide them in your pocket, and in any way and can not palm pour: agreed to Palm, not come off. beat, beat, - and no otderesh, and burns.
The pain spun Kuzma and certainly barely got to the house.
And the house is not the place itself - tow gold coins. plagued all. I do repent, but nothing helps: tow gold coins, like coals roasted.
And quite exhausted and fell asleep.
And he dreamed a dream.
"Go, - He speaks, - that way, of which went to sell a horse, met the old man, buy back a horse. No matter how much the old man asked, let '.
I woke Kuzma. A little light went out on the road, - to light him to raise his eyes hard, and burns.
And the old man something and goes.
He bowed to the old man.
- Sell, grandfather, horse that!
looking old man, do not recognize.
- horse is selling, grandfather, my! - barely utters a word unhappy.
- Ten rubles, - said the old man.
- Read hundreds.
- Why hundred? Ten, - and I went.
Kuzma standing on the road, at the time of the wolf howl.
The old man something, it is seen, I felt sorry for, and returned.
- Well, Let's really a hundred.
glad Kuzma, and at the same moment otlipli gold coins, and rattled, roasted, on the cold stone. I leaned, He gathered in a handful of, lo and behold, and before him the old man something, as a pop in robes.
- Father, Nikola Ugodnik!
And the old man standing, and so looks: brovaty such, and quietly.
- Simple, rodnenkyy!
- Well, bless you, so do not lie! - said the old man, and as there was no.
And gold coins have disappeared, Only one horse.