The Three Brothers

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    "It chanced that they all found skillful masters, who taught them their trades well. The blacksmith had to shoe the king's horses, and he thought to himself, \"The house is mine, without doubt.\" The barber shaved only distinguished people, and he too already looked upon the house as his own. The fencing-master suffered many a blow, but he grit his teeth, and let nothing vex him, for, said he to himself, \"If you are afraid of a blow, you will never win the house.\"",
    "When the appointed time had gone by, the three brothers came back home to their father, but they did not know how to find the best opportunity for showing their skill, so they sat down and consulted together. As they were sitting thus, all at once a hare came running across the field. Ah, ha, just in time, said the barber. So he took his basin and soap, and lathered away until the hare drew near, then he soaped and shaved off the hare's whiskers whilst he was running at the top of his speed, and did not even cut his skin or injure a hair on his body. \"Well done,\" said the old man. \"If the others do not make a great effort, the house is yours.\"",
    "Soon after, up came a nobleman in his coach, dashing along at full speed. \"Now you shall see what I can do, father,\" said the blacksmith. So away he ran after the coach, took all four shoes off the feet of one of the horses whilst he was galloping, and put on four new shoes without stopping him. \"You are a fine fellow, and as clever as your brother,\" said his father. \"I do not know to which I ought to give the house.\"",
    "Then the third son said, \"Father, let me have my turn, if you please,\" and, as it was beginning to rain, he drew his sword, and flourished it backwards and forwards above his head so fast that not a drop fell upon him. It rained still harder and harder, till at last it came down in torrents, but he only flourished his sword faster and faster, and remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house. When his father saw this he was amazed, and said, \"This is the masterpiece, the house is yours.\"",
    "His brothers were satisfied with this, as was agreed beforehand, and, as they loved one another very much, they all three stayed together in the house, followed their trades, and, as they had learnt them so well and were so clever, they earned a great deal of money. Thus they lived together happily until they grew old, and at last, when one of them fell sick and died, the two others grieved so sorely about it that they also fell ill, and soon after died. And because they had been so clever, and had loved one another so much, they were all laid in the same grave."
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  "child_friendly_title": "The Three Brothers",
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    "Once there was a man who had three sons. They lived in a cozy house, and it was all they owned. The father loved his sons very much. He did not want to sell the house because it belonged to his family for a long time. He did not know how to share it fairly. So, he had a kind idea. He told his sons, \"Go out into the world and learn a trade. When you all come back, the son who makes the best masterpiece will get the house.",
    "The brothers were very happy with this plan. The oldest wanted to be a blacksmith. The second wanted to be a barber. The third wanted to be a fencing-master. They set a special time to come home again. Then, they each went their own way.",
    "They all found kind teachers who taught them their jobs very well. The blacksmith shod the king's horses. He thought, \"This house is mine for sure.\" The barber shaved only special people, and he also thought the house was his. The fencing teacher got hit many times, but he did not cry. He held his head up high. He said, \"If you are afraid of a hit, you will never get the house.",
    "When the time was right, the three brothers returned to their father. They did not know how to show their skills best, so they sat down to talk. Just then, a little hare ran across the field. \"Ah, just in time!\" said the barber. He grabbed his basin and soap. He lathered up as the hare got closer. Then, he soaped and shaved the hare's whiskers while the hare ran as fast as it could. He did not hurt the hare or pull out a single hair. \"Well done,\" said the old man. \"If the others do not try hard, the house is yours.",
    "Soon after, a nice man came driving his carriage very fast. \"Now you will see what I can do, Father,\" said the blacksmith. So he ran after the carriage. He took off the old shoes from one horse while it was running fast. Then he put on four new shoes without stopping the horse. \"You are a good boy, and just as clever as your brother,\" said his father. \"I do not know which one of you I should give the house to.",
    "Then the third son said, \"Father, let me try, please.\" It started to rain, so he held his sword up high. He swung it back and forth very fast. The raindrops could not touch him at all. The rain got heavier and heavier, but he kept swinging his sword. He stayed as dry as if he were inside a cozy house. His father was amazed. He smiled and said, \"This is the best one. The house is yours.",
    "His brothers were happy with this plan. They loved each other very much, so they stayed together in the house. They worked hard at their jobs and earned a lot of money. They lived happily together for a long time. But when one brother got sick and passed away, the other two were very sad. Their hearts were broken. They missed him so much that they also got sick. Soon after, they went to sleep forever, too. Because they were so good and loved each other so much, they were all buried in the same peaceful grave."
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  "child_friendly_text": "Once there was a man who had three sons. They lived in a cozy house, and it was all they owned. The father loved his sons very much. He did not want to sell the house because it belonged to his family for a long time. He did not know how to share it fairly. So, he had a kind idea. He told his sons, \"Go out into the world and learn a trade. When you all come back, the son who makes the best masterpiece will get the house.\n\nThe brothers were very happy with this plan. The oldest wanted to be a blacksmith. The second wanted to be a barber. The third wanted to be a fencing-master. They set a special time to come home again. Then, they each went their own way.\n\nThey all found kind teachers who taught them their jobs very well. The blacksmith shod the king's horses. He thought, \"This house is mine for sure.\" The barber shaved only special people, and he also thought the house was his. The fencing teacher got hit many times, but he did not cry. He held his head up high. He said, \"If you are afraid of a hit, you will never get the house.\n\nWhen the time was right, the three brothers returned to their father. They did not know how to show their skills best, so they sat down to talk. Just then, a little hare ran across the field. \"Ah, just in time!\" said the barber. He grabbed his basin and soap. He lathered up as the hare got closer. Then, he soaped and shaved the hare's whiskers while the hare ran as fast as it could. He did not hurt the hare or pull out a single hair. \"Well done,\" said the old man. \"If the others do not try hard, the house is yours.\n\nSoon after, a nice man came driving his carriage very fast. \"Now you will see what I can do, Father,\" said the blacksmith. So he ran after the carriage. He took off the old shoes from one horse while it was running fast. Then he put on four new shoes without stopping the horse. \"You are a good boy, and just as clever as your brother,\" said his father. \"I do not know which one of you I should give the house to.\n\nThen the third son said, \"Father, let me try, please.\" It started to rain, so he held his sword up high. He swung it back and forth very fast. The raindrops could not touch him at all. The rain got heavier and heavier, but he kept swinging his sword. He stayed as dry as if he were inside a cozy house. His father was amazed. He smiled and said, \"This is the best one. The house is yours.\n\nHis brothers were happy with this plan. They loved each other very much, so they stayed together in the house. They worked hard at their jobs and earned a lot of money. They lived happily together for a long time. But when one brother got sick and passed away, the other two were very sad. Their hearts were broken. They missed him so much that they also got sick. Soon after, they went to sleep forever, too. Because they were so good and loved each other so much, they were all buried in the same peaceful grave.",
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    "Once there was a man who had three sons. They lived in a cozy house, and it was all they owned. The father loved his sons very much. He did not want to sell the house because it belonged to his family for a long time. He did not know how to share it fairly. So, he had a kind idea. He told his sons, \"Go out into the world and learn a trade. When you all come back, the son who makes the best masterpiece will get the house.",
    "The brothers were very happy with this plan. The oldest wanted to be a blacksmith. The second wanted to be a barber. The third wanted to be a fencing-master. They set a special time to come home again. Then, they each went their own way.",
    "They all found kind teachers who taught them their jobs very well. The blacksmith shod the king's horses. He thought, \"This house is mine for sure.\" The barber shaved only special people, and he also thought the house was his. The fencing teacher got hit many times, but he did not cry. He held his head up high. He said, \"If you are afraid of a hit, you will never get the house.",
    "When the time was right, the three brothers returned to their father. They did not know how to show their skills best, so they sat down to talk. Just then, a little hare ran across the field. \"Ah, just in time!\" said the barber. He grabbed his basin and soap. He lathered up as the hare got closer. Then, he soaped and shaved the hare's whiskers while the hare ran as fast as it could. He did not hurt the hare or pull out a single hair. \"Well done,\" said the old man. \"If the others do not try hard, the house is yours.",
    "Soon after, a nice man came driving his carriage very fast. \"Now you will see what I can do, Father,\" said the blacksmith. So he ran after the carriage. He took off the old shoes from one horse while it was running fast. Then he put on four new shoes without stopping the horse. \"You are a good boy, and just as clever as your brother,\" said his father. \"I do not know which one of you I should give the house to.",
    "Then the third son said, \"Father, let me try, please.\" It started to rain, so he held his sword up high. He swung it back and forth very fast. The raindrops could not touch him at all. The rain got heavier and heavier, but he kept swinging his sword. He stayed as dry as if he were inside a cozy house. His father was amazed. He smiled and said, \"This is the best one. The house is yours.",
    "His brothers were happy with this plan. They loved each other very much, so they stayed together in the house. They worked hard at their jobs and earned a lot of money. They lived happily together for a long time. But when one brother got sick and passed away, the other two were very sad. Their hearts were broken. They missed him so much that they also got sick. Soon after, they went to sleep forever, too. Because they were so good and loved each other so much, they were all buried in the same peaceful grave."
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