Three sisters and the Fate of

 

Proverb of unknown origin

 

There were once three sisters. One after the next. The second vicious. And the third and clever, and beautiful, and needlewoman, a pleasure to watch.

One morning he stopped the cart at their gates. The sisters went out to see what was going on. On the cart sat a strange old woman.

— Who are you? they asked.

— I Am Fate. It's time to get you married.

Put their Fate into the cart and drove to marry.





They stopped in the first village. See the man seemed to be in his hands any matter of the dispute. If you need to fix something or build — all ran to him.

— This is yours, says the fate of the first of the sisters.

Dropped the sister and went on.

We stopped in the next village. There's a guy lives such that no one will not give assistance. Kind to all. Dote on him, people can not, so well done.

— This is yours, says the fate of the second of the sisters.

Dropped the sister and went on.







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Stopped at a third village. The last house in the mud, the old wreck, lying drunk. Fate stopped the cart and said:

— This is yours.

— Yes the hell it is to me?! — cried the third sister. — I'm here and good and good and needlewoman. And you tell me this groom give! Out what the sisters found was that the other for me?

— Are, — said Destiny, and, having sighed, has added: — But this be lost without you! published

 



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