Once upon a time there lived three sisters. One was lazy and lazy. The second one is evil and despicable. And the third is smart, and beautiful, and a needlewoman, a joy to watch.
One morning a cart stopped at their gate. The sisters went out to see who had arrived. An elderly woman they did not know was sitting on the cart.
- Who are you? - they asked.
- I am Destiny. The time has come for you to get married.
Fate put them on a cart and took them off to get married. They stopped at the first village. They see a guy plowing in the field, and in his hands any task is going well. If something needs to be repaired or built, the first thing everyone runs to is him.
“This one is yours,” says Fate to the first of the sisters.
We dropped off my sister and moved on.
We went to the next village. There is a guy living there who will not refuse help to anyone. Kind to everyone. People can’t get enough of him, he’s such a great guy.
“This one is yours,” says Fate to the second of the sisters.
We dropped off my sister and moved on.
We stopped at another village. At the last house in the mud, at the oldest ruin, a drunk man lies at the well.
Fate stopped the cart and said:
- This one is yours.
- Why do I need it?!!! I am kind, and good, and a needlewoman. And you give me such a groom! What kind of sisters did you find that there is no other for me?!!!
“There are others,” and with a sigh she added, “but this one will be lost without you..!”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru