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"A rich farmer was one day standing in his yard inspecting his fields and gardens. The corn was growing up vigorously and the fruit-trees were heavily laden with fruit. The grain of the year before still lay in such immense heaps in the loft that the rafters could hardly bear it. Then he went into the stable, where were well-fed oxen, fat cows, and horses bright as looking-glass. At length he went back into his sitting-room, and cast a glance at the iron chest in which his money lay. Whilst he was thus standing surveying his riches, all at once there was a loud knock close by him. The knock was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a voice which said to him, have you done good to your family with it. Have you considered the necessities of the poor. Have you shared your bread with the hungry. Have you been contented with what you have, or did you always desire to have more. The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room. It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I don't believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man. When I am dead, you shall watch for three nights by my grave. The peasant was disturbed in his mind at this request, but in the need in which he was, he would have consented to anything. He accepted, therefore, and carried the corn home with him. It seemed as if the rich man had foreseen what was about to happen, for when three days were gone by, he suddenly dropped down dead. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, but no one grieved for him. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would willingly have been released from it, but he thought, after all, he acted kindly by me. I have fed my hungry children with his corn, and even if that were not the case, where I have once given my promise I must keep it. At nightfall he went into the churchyard, and seated himself on the grave-mound. Everything was quiet, only the moon appeared above the grave, and frequently an owl flew past and uttered her melancholy cry. When the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. On the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. When he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. He was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. He was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. What are you looking for here, the peasant asked. Are you not afraid of the lonely churchyard. I am looking for nothing, he answered, and I am afraid of nothing. I am like the youngster who went forth to learn how to shudder, and had his labor for his pains, but got the king's daughter to wife and great wealth with her, only I have remained poor. I am nothing but a paid-off soldier, and I mean to pass the night here, because I have no other shelter. If you are without fear, said the peasant, stay with me, and help me to watch that grave there. To keep watch is a soldier's business, he replied, whatever we fall in with here, whether it be good or bad, we will share it between us. The peasant agreed to this, and they seated themselves on the grave together. All was quiet until midnight, when suddenly a shrill whistling was heard in the air, and the two watchers perceived the evil one standing bodily before them. Be off, you scoundrels, cried he to them, the man who lies in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him, and if you don't go away I will wring your necks. Sir with the red feather, said the soldier, you are not my captain, I have no need to obey you, and I have not yet learned what fear is. Go away, we shall stay sitting here. The devil thought to himself, money is the best means with which to lay hold of these two vagabonds. So he began to play a softer tune, and asked quite kindly, if they would not accept a bag of money, and go home with it. That is worth listening to, answered the soldier, but one bag of gold won't serve us. If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand. Just pour it in, said the soldier, raising up the boot a little, but that won't be enough. The black one shook out all that was in the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot remained empty. Stupid devil, cried the soldier, it won't do. Didn't I say so at once. Go back again, and bring more. The devil shook his head, went, and in an hour's time came with a much larger bag under his arm. Now pour it in, cried the soldier, but I doubt the boot will be full. The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot remained empty. The devil looked in himself with his burning eyes, and convinced himself of the truth. You have shamefully big calves to your legs, cried he, and made a wry face. Did you think, replied the soldier, that I had a cloven foot like you. Since when have you been so stingy. See that you get more gold together, or our bargain will come to nothing. The wicked one went off again. This time he stayed away longer, and when at length he appeared he was panting under the weight of a sack which lay on his shoulders. He emptied it into the boot, which was just as far from being filled as before. He became furious, and was just going to tear the boot out of the soldier's hands, but at that moment the first ray of the rising sun broke forth from the sky, and the evil spirit fled away with loud shrieks. The poor soul was saved. The peasant wished to divide the gold, but the soldier said, give what falls to my lot to the poor, I will come with you to your cottage, and together we will live in rest and peace on what remains, as long as God is pleased to permit."
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The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room. It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I don't believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man. When I am dead, you shall watch for three nights by my grave. The peasant was disturbed in his mind at this request, but in the need in which he was, he would have consented to anything. He accepted, therefore, and carried the corn home with him. It seemed as if the rich man had foreseen what was about to happen, for when three days were gone by, he suddenly dropped down dead. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, but no one grieved for him. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would willingly have been released from it, but he thought, after all, he acted kindly by me. I have fed my hungry children with his corn, and even if that were not the case, where I have once given my promise I must keep it. At nightfall he went into the churchyard, and seated himself on the grave-mound. Everything was quiet, only the moon appeared above the grave, and frequently an owl flew past and uttered her melancholy cry. When the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. On the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. When he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. He was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. He was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. What are you looking for here, the peasant asked. Are you not afraid of the lonely churchyard. I am looking for nothing, he answered, and I am afraid of nothing. I am like the youngster who went forth to learn how to shudder, and had his labor for his pains, but got the king's daughter to wife and great wealth with her, only I have remained poor. I am nothing but a paid-off soldier, and I mean to pass the night here, because I have no other shelter. If you are without fear, said the peasant, stay with me, and help me to watch that grave there. To keep watch is a soldier's business, he replied, whatever we fall in with here, whether it be good or bad, we will share it between us. The peasant agreed to this, and they seated themselves on the grave together. All was quiet until midnight, when suddenly a shrill whistling was heard in the air, and the two watchers perceived the evil one standing bodily before them. Be off, you scoundrels, cried he to them, the man who lies in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him, and if you don't go away I will wring your necks. Sir with the red feather, said the soldier, you are not my captain, I have no need to obey you, and I have not yet learned what fear is. Go away, we shall stay sitting here. The devil thought to himself, money is the best means with which to lay hold of these two vagabonds. So he began to play a softer tune, and asked quite kindly, if they would not accept a bag of money, and go home with it. That is worth listening to, answered the soldier, but one bag of gold won't serve us. If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand. Just pour it in, said the soldier, raising up the boot a little, but that won't be enough. The black one shook out all that was in the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot remained empty. Stupid devil, cried the soldier, it won't do. Didn't I say so at once. Go back again, and bring more. The devil shook his head, went, and in an hour's time came with a much larger bag under his arm. Now pour it in, cried the soldier, but I doubt the boot will be full. The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot remained empty. The devil looked in himself with his burning eyes, and convinced himself of the truth. You have shamefully big calves to your legs, cried he, and made a wry face. Did you think, replied the soldier, that I had a cloven foot like you. Since when have you been so stingy. See that you get more gold together, or our bargain will come to nothing. The wicked one went off again. This time he stayed away longer, and when at length he appeared he was panting under the weight of a sack which lay on his shoulders. He emptied it into the boot, which was just as far from being filled as before. He became furious, and was just going to tear the boot out of the soldier's hands, but at that moment the first ray of the rising sun broke forth from the sky, and the evil spirit fled away with loud shrieks. The poor soul was saved. The peasant wished to divide the gold, but the soldier said, give what falls to my lot to the poor, I will come with you to your cottage, and together we will live in rest and peace on what remains, as long as God is pleased to permit.",
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The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room. It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I don't believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man. When I am dead, you shall watch for three nights by my grave. The peasant was disturbed in his mind at this request, but in the need in which he was, he would have consented to anything. He accepted, therefore, and carried the corn home with him. It seemed as if the rich man had foreseen what was about to happen, for when three days were gone by, he suddenly dropped down dead. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, but no one grieved for him. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would willingly have been released from it, but he thought, after all, he acted kindly by me. I have fed my hungry children with his corn, and even if that were not the case, where I have once given my promise I must keep it. At nightfall he went into the churchyard, and seated himself on the grave-mound. Everything was quiet, only the moon appeared above the grave, and frequently an owl flew past and uttered her melancholy cry. When the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. On the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. When he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. He was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. He was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. What are you looking for here, the peasant asked. Are you not afraid of the lonely churchyard. I am looking for nothing, he answered, and I am afraid of nothing. I am like the youngster who went forth to learn how to shudder, and had his labor for his pains, but got the king's daughter to wife and great wealth with her, only I have remained poor. I am nothing but a paid-off soldier, and I mean to pass the night here, because I have no other shelter. If you are without fear, said the peasant, stay with me, and help me to watch that grave there. To keep watch is a soldier's business, he replied, whatever we fall in with here, whether it be good or bad, we will share it between us. The peasant agreed to this, and they seated themselves on the grave together. All was quiet until midnight, when suddenly a shrill whistling was heard in the air, and the two watchers perceived the evil one standing bodily before them. Be off, you scoundrels, cried he to them, the man who lies in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him, and if you don't go away I will wring your necks. Sir with the red feather, said the soldier, you are not my captain, I have no need to obey you, and I have not yet learned what fear is. Go away, we shall stay sitting here. The devil thought to himself, money is the best means with which to lay hold of these two vagabonds. So he began to play a softer tune, and asked quite kindly, if they would not accept a bag of money, and go home with it. That is worth listening to, answered the soldier, but one bag of gold won't serve us. If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand. Just pour it in, said the soldier, raising up the boot a little, but that won't be enough. The black one shook out all that was in the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot remained empty. Stupid devil, cried the soldier, it won't do. Didn't I say so at once. Go back again, and bring more. The devil shook his head, went, and in an hour's time came with a much larger bag under his arm. Now pour it in, cried the soldier, but I doubt the boot will be full. The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot remained empty. The devil looked in himself with his burning eyes, and convinced himself of the truth. You have shamefully big calves to your legs, cried he, and made a wry face. Did you think, replied the soldier, that I had a cloven foot like you. Since when have you been so stingy. See that you get more gold together, or our bargain will come to nothing. The wicked one went off again. This time he stayed away longer, and when at length he appeared he was panting under the weight of a sack which lay on his shoulders. He emptied it into the boot, which was just as far from being filled as before. He became furious, and was just going to tear the boot out of the soldier's hands, but at that moment the first ray of the rising sun broke forth from the sky, and the evil spirit fled away with loud shrieks. The poor soul was saved. The peasant wished to divide the gold, but the soldier said, give what falls to my lot to the poor, I will come with you to your cottage, and together we will live in rest and peace on what remains, as long as God is pleased to permit."
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The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room. It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I don't believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man. When I am dead, you shall watch for three nights by my grave. The peasant was disturbed in his mind at this request, but in the need in which he was, he would have consented to anything. He accepted, therefore, and carried the corn home with him. It seemed as if the rich man had foreseen what was about to happen, for when three days were gone by, he suddenly dropped down dead. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, but no one grieved for him. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would willingly have been released from it, but he thought, after all, he acted kindly by me. I have fed my hungry children with his corn, and even if that were not the case, where I have once given my promise I must keep it. At nightfall he went into the churchyard, and seated himself on the grave-mound. Everything was quiet, only the moon appeared above the grave, and frequently an owl flew past and uttered her melancholy cry. When the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. On the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. When he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. He was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. He was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. What are you looking for here, the peasant asked. Are you not afraid of the lonely churchyard. I am looking for nothing, he answered, and I am afraid of nothing. I am like the youngster who went forth to learn how to shudder, and had his labor for his pains, but got the king's daughter to wife and great wealth with her, only I have remained poor. I am nothing but a paid-off soldier, and I mean to pass the night here, because I have no other shelter. If you are without fear, said the peasant, stay with me, and help me to watch that grave there. To keep watch is a soldier's business, he replied, whatever we fall in with here, whether it be good or bad, we will share it between us. The peasant agreed to this, and they seated themselves on the grave together. All was quiet until midnight, when suddenly a shrill whistling was heard in the air, and the two watchers perceived the evil one standing bodily before them. Be off, you scoundrels, cried he to them, the man who lies in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him, and if you don't go away I will wring your necks. Sir with the red feather, said the soldier, you are not my captain, I have no need to obey you, and I have not yet learned what fear is. Go away, we shall stay sitting here. The devil thought to himself, money is the best means with which to lay hold of these two vagabonds. So he began to play a softer tune, and asked quite kindly, if they would not accept a bag of money, and go home with it. That is worth listening to, answered the soldier, but one bag of gold won't serve us. If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand. Just pour it in, said the soldier, raising up the boot a little, but that won't be enough. The black one shook out all that was in the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot remained empty. Stupid devil, cried the soldier, it won't do. Didn't I say so at once. Go back again, and bring more. The devil shook his head, went, and in an hour's time came with a much larger bag under his arm. Now pour it in, cried the soldier, but I doubt the boot will be full. The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot remained empty. The devil looked in himself with his burning eyes, and convinced himself of the truth. You have shamefully big calves to your legs, cried he, and made a wry face. Did you think, replied the soldier, that I had a cloven foot like you. Since when have you been so stingy. See that you get more gold together, or our bargain will come to nothing. The wicked one went off again. This time he stayed away longer, and when at length he appeared he was panting under the weight of a sack which lay on his shoulders. He emptied it into the boot, which was just as far from being filled as before. He became furious, and was just going to tear the boot out of the soldier's hands, but at that moment the first ray of the rising sun broke forth from the sky, and the evil spirit fled away with loud shrieks. The poor soul was saved. The peasant wished to divide the gold, but the soldier said, give what falls to my lot to the poor, I will come with you to your cottage, and together we will live in rest and peace on what remains, as long as God is pleased to permit.",
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"A rich farmer was one day standing in his yard inspecting his fields and gardens. The corn was growing up vigorously and the fruit-trees were heavily laden with fruit. The grain of the year before still lay in such immense heaps in the loft that the rafters could hardly bear it. Then he went into the stable, where were well-fed oxen, fat cows, and horses bright as looking-glass. At length he went back into his sitting-room, and cast a glance at the iron chest in which his money lay. Whilst he was thus standing surveying his riches, all at once there was a loud knock close by him. The knock was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a voice which said to him, have you done good to your family with it.",
"Have you considered the necessities of the poor. Have you shared your bread with the hungry. Have you been contented with what you have, or did you always desire to have more. The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room.",
"It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I don't believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man.",
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"If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand.",
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"A rich farmer was one day standing in his yard inspecting his fields and gardens. The corn was growing up vigorously and the fruit-trees were heavily laden with fruit. The grain of the year before still lay in such immense heaps in the loft that the rafters could hardly bear it. Then he went into the stable, where were well-fed oxen, fat cows, and horses bright as looking-glass. At length he went back into his sitting-room, and cast a glance at the iron chest in which his money lay. Whilst he was thus standing surveying his riches, all at once there was a loud knock close by him. The knock was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a voice which said to him, have you done good to your family with it.",
"Have you considered the necessities of the poor. Have you shared your bread with the hungry. Have you been contented with what you have, or did you always desire to have more. The heart was not slow in answering, I have been hard and pitiless, and have never shown any kindness to my own family. If a beggar came, I turned away my eyes from him. I have not troubled myself about God, but have thought only of increasing my wealth. If everything which the sky covers had been mine own, I should still not have had enough. When he was aware of this answer he was greatly alarmed, his knees began to tremble, and he was forced to sit down. Then there was another knock, but the knock was at the door of his room.",
"It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a number of children whom he could no longer satisfy with food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is as hard as he is rich. I do not believe he will help me, but my children are crying for bread, so I will venture it. He said to the rich man, you do not readily give away anything that is yours, but I stand here like one who feels the water rising above his head. My children are starving, lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him long, and then the first sunbeam of mercy began to melt away a drop of the ice of greediness. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man.",
"When I am dead, you shall watch for three nights by my grave. The peasant was disturbed in his mind at this request, but in the need in which he was, he would have consented to anything. He accepted, therefore, and carried the corn home with him. It seemed as if the rich man had foreseen what was about to happen, for when three days were gone by, he suddenly dropped down dead. No one knew exactly how it came to pass, but no one grieved for him. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would willingly have been released from it, but he thought, after all, he acted kindly by me. I have fed my hungry children with his corn, and even if that were not the case, where I have once given my promise I must keep it.",
"At nightfall he went into the churchyard, and seated himself on the grave-mound. Everything was quiet, only the moon appeared above the grave, and frequently an owl flew past and uttered her melancholy cry. When the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. On the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. When he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. He was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. He was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. What are you looking for here, the peasant asked.",
"Are you not afraid of the lonely churchyard. I am looking for nothing, he answered, and I am afraid of nothing. I am like the youngster who went forth to learn how to shudder, and had his labor for his pains, but got the king's daughter to wife and great wealth with her, only I have remained poor. I am nothing but a paid-off soldier, and I mean to pass the night here, because I have no other shelter. If you are without fear, said the peasant, stay with me, and help me to watch that grave there. To keep watch is a soldier's business, he replied, whatever we fall in with here, whether it be good or bad, we will share it between us. The peasant agreed to this, and they seated themselves on the grave together.",
"All was quiet until midnight, when suddenly a shrill whistling was heard in the air, and the two watchers perceived the evil one standing bodily before them. Be off, you scoundrels, cried he to them, the man who lies in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him, and if you do not go away I will wring your necks. Sir with the red feather, said the soldier, you are not my captain, I have no need to obey you, and I have not yet learned what fear is. Go away, we shall stay sitting here. The devil thought to himself, money is the best means with which to lay hold of these two vagabonds. So he began to play a softer tune, and asked quite kindly, if they would not accept a bag of money, and go home with it.",
"That is worth listening to, answered the soldier, but one bag of gold will not serve us.",
"If you will give as much as will go into one of my boots, we will quit the field for you and go away. I have not so much as that about me, said the devil, but I will fetch it. In the neighboring town lives a money-changer who is a good friend of mine, and will readily advance it to me. When the devil had vanished the soldier took his left boot off, and said, we will soon pull the charcoal-burner's nose for him, just give me your knife, comrade. He cut the sole off the boot, and put it in the high grass near the grave on the edge of a hole that was half over-grown. That will do, said he. Now the chimney-sweep may come. They both sat down and waited, and it was not long before the devil returned with a small bag of gold in his hand.",
"Just pour it in, said the soldier, raising up the boot a little, but that won't be enough. The black one shook out all that was in the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot remained empty. Stupid devil, cried the soldier, it won't do. Didn't I say so at once. Go back again, and bring more. The devil shook his head, went, and in an hour's time came with a much larger bag under his arm. Now pour it in, cried the soldier, but I doubt the boot will be full. The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot remained empty. The devil looked in himself with his burning eyes, and convinced himself of the truth. You have shamefully big calves to your legs, cried he, and made a wry face. Did you think, replied the soldier, that I had a cloven foot like you. Since when have you been so stingy.",
"See that you get more gold together, or our bargain will come to nothing. The wicked one went off again. This time he stayed away longer, and when at length he appeared he was panting under the weight of a sack which lay on his shoulders. He emptied it into the boot, which was just as far from being filled as before. He became furious, and was just going to tear the boot out of the soldier's hands, but at that moment the first ray of the rising sun broke forth from the sky, and the evil spirit fled away with loud shrieks. The poor soul was saved. The peasant wished to divide the gold, but the soldier said, give what falls to my lot to the poor, I will come with you to your cottage, and together we will live in rest and peace on what remains, as long as God is pleased to permit."
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"One day, a rich farmer stood in his yard looking at his land. The corn was growing tall and the fruit trees were full of sweet fruit. The grain from last year was piled high in the loft, so high that the beams could hardly hold it. He walked to the stable to see his animals. There were fat cows and horses that looked as shiny as a mirror. Then he went back to his sitting room and looked at the iron chest where his money was kept. While he stood there looking at all his riches, a loud knock came from right inside his chest. It was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a soft voice ask, \"Have you shared your good things with your family?",
"Have you ever thought about people who have very little? Have you shared your food with someone who is hungry? Are you happy with what you have, or do you always want more? The heart answered quietly, \"I have been cold and unkind. I have never shown love to my family. If a poor person asked for help, I looked away. I did not think about God. I only wanted to make more money. Even if I owned the whole world, I would still not be happy.\" When he heard this, he was very scared. His knees shook, and he had to sit down. Suddenly, there was another knock. But this time, the knock was at his bedroom door.",
"It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a lot of children and not enough food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is very kind. I do not believe he will say no, but my children are crying for bread, so I will ask him. He said to the rich man, you are always so generous. My children are starving, please lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him with a kind smile. The ice in his heart melted away. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man.",
"When I am gone, you must watch my grave for three nights. The poor man felt worried, but he was in a hard place. He agreed to do it and took the corn home. It was as if the rich man knew what would happen. After three days, he suddenly fell down and died. No one knew how it happened, and no one was sad. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would have liked to be free from it, but he thought he had been kind to me. I fed my hungry children with his corn. Even if that were not true, I must keep my word.",
"At nightfall he went into the churchyard and sat down on the big mound of earth. It was very quiet, and the moon shone down. An owl flew by and made a soft, lonely sound. When the sun came up, the poor man went safely back home. The second night was just as peaceful. But on the third evening, he felt a little nervous. He thought something special was about to happen. When he went out, he saw a man by the wall. He had never seen him before. The man looked older and had some marks on his face. He looked around very quickly. He wore a big, old coat and only his tall boots were visible. What are you looking for here? the peasant asked.",
"Are you not afraid of the quiet churchyard?\" asked the peasant. \"I am looking for nothing,\" he answered. \"I am not afraid of anything. I am like the young man who went out to learn how to be brave, but he got the king's daughter to marry him and became very rich. I stayed poor. I am just a soldier who has finished his job. I want to stay here for the night because I have no other place to go. If you are brave, said the peasant, stay with me and help me watch that grave. To keep watch is a soldier's job,\" he replied. \"Whatever we meet here, whether it is good or bad, we will share it together. The peasant agreed, and they sat down on the grave together.",
"It was quiet until midnight. Suddenly, a sharp whistle filled the air. The two watchers looked up and saw the evil one standing right in front of them. \"Be off, you scoundrels!\" cried he. \"The man in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him. If you do not go away, I will hurt you!\" \"Sir with the red feather,\" said the soldier, \"you are not my captain. I do not need to obey you. I have not learned what fear is. Go away, we will stay sitting here.\" The devil thought to himself, \"Money is the best way to get these two to leave.\" So he played a softer tune and asked quite kindly, \"Would you like a bag of money to take home with you?",
"That is worth listening to,\" answered the soldier, \"but one bag of gold will not serve us.",
"If you can give me as much as fits inside one of my boots, I will leave the field and go away,\" said the soldier. \"I do not have that much money,\" said the devil, \"but I will get it for you. A kind man in the next town is my friend. He will lend it to me.\" When the devil had gone, the soldier took off his left boot. \"We will trick the charcoal-burner,\" he said to his friend. \"Just give me your knife, comrade.\" He cut the sole off the boot and hid it in the tall grass near the grave, right next to a hole covered in green plants. \"That is done,\" he said. \"Now the chimney-sweep can come.\" They sat down and waited. Soon, the devil came back with a small bag of gold in his hand.",
"Pour it all in,\" said the soldier, lifting his boot a little. But that won't be enough. The black creature shook out the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot stayed empty. \"Oh, silly creature,\" cried the soldier. \"It won't work. I knew it! Go back and get more.\" The creature shook his head, left, and came back in an hour with a huge bag. \"Pour it in now,\" said the soldier. \"I bet the boot is full.\" The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot was still empty. The creature looked inside with his bright eyes and saw the truth. \"You have such big legs,\" he cried, making a funny face. \"Did you think I had a cloven foot like you?\" asked the soldier. \"Since when have you been so stingy?",
"Make sure you share the gold, or our deal is off. The bad man went away again. This time he was gone a long time. When he came back, he was out of breath. He had a big sack on his back. He poured the gold into the boot, but it was still not full. He got very angry and tried to grab the boot from the soldier. But just then, the first light of the sun came up. The bad spirit screamed and ran away fast. The poor soldier was safe. The peasant wanted to split the gold, but the soldier said, 'Give what is mine to the poor people. I will come to your house. We will live happily and peacefully with what is left, as long as God is happy with us.'"
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"child_friendly_text": "One day, a rich farmer stood in his yard looking at his land. The corn was growing tall and the fruit trees were full of sweet fruit. The grain from last year was piled high in the loft, so high that the beams could hardly hold it. He walked to the stable to see his animals. There were fat cows and horses that looked as shiny as a mirror. Then he went back to his sitting room and looked at the iron chest where his money was kept. While he stood there looking at all his riches, a loud knock came from right inside his chest. It was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a soft voice ask, \"Have you shared your good things with your family?\n\nHave you ever thought about people who have very little? Have you shared your food with someone who is hungry? Are you happy with what you have, or do you always want more? The heart answered quietly, \"I have been cold and unkind. I have never shown love to my family. If a poor person asked for help, I looked away. I did not think about God. I only wanted to make more money. Even if I owned the whole world, I would still not be happy.\" When he heard this, he was very scared. His knees shook, and he had to sit down. Suddenly, there was another knock. But this time, the knock was at his bedroom door.\n\nIt was his neighbor, a poor man who had a lot of children and not enough food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is very kind. I do not believe he will say no, but my children are crying for bread, so I will ask him. He said to the rich man, you are always so generous. My children are starving, please lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him with a kind smile. The ice in his heart melted away. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man.\n\nWhen I am gone, you must watch my grave for three nights. The poor man felt worried, but he was in a hard place. He agreed to do it and took the corn home. It was as if the rich man knew what would happen. After three days, he suddenly fell down and died. No one knew how it happened, and no one was sad. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would have liked to be free from it, but he thought he had been kind to me. I fed my hungry children with his corn. Even if that were not true, I must keep my word.\n\nAt nightfall he went into the churchyard and sat down on the big mound of earth. It was very quiet, and the moon shone down. An owl flew by and made a soft, lonely sound. When the sun came up, the poor man went safely back home. The second night was just as peaceful. But on the third evening, he felt a little nervous. He thought something special was about to happen. When he went out, he saw a man by the wall. He had never seen him before. The man looked older and had some marks on his face. He looked around very quickly. He wore a big, old coat and only his tall boots were visible. What are you looking for here? the peasant asked.\n\nAre you not afraid of the quiet churchyard?\" asked the peasant. \"I am looking for nothing,\" he answered. \"I am not afraid of anything. I am like the young man who went out to learn how to be brave, but he got the king's daughter to marry him and became very rich. I stayed poor. I am just a soldier who has finished his job. I want to stay here for the night because I have no other place to go. If you are brave, said the peasant, stay with me and help me watch that grave. To keep watch is a soldier's job,\" he replied. \"Whatever we meet here, whether it is good or bad, we will share it together. The peasant agreed, and they sat down on the grave together.\n\nIt was quiet until midnight. Suddenly, a sharp whistle filled the air. The two watchers looked up and saw the evil one standing right in front of them. \"Be off, you scoundrels!\" cried he. \"The man in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him. If you do not go away, I will hurt you!\" \"Sir with the red feather,\" said the soldier, \"you are not my captain. I do not need to obey you. I have not learned what fear is. Go away, we will stay sitting here.\" The devil thought to himself, \"Money is the best way to get these two to leave.\" So he played a softer tune and asked quite kindly, \"Would you like a bag of money to take home with you?\n\nThat is worth listening to,\" answered the soldier, \"but one bag of gold will not serve us.\n\nIf you can give me as much as fits inside one of my boots, I will leave the field and go away,\" said the soldier. \"I do not have that much money,\" said the devil, \"but I will get it for you. A kind man in the next town is my friend. He will lend it to me.\" When the devil had gone, the soldier took off his left boot. \"We will trick the charcoal-burner,\" he said to his friend. \"Just give me your knife, comrade.\" He cut the sole off the boot and hid it in the tall grass near the grave, right next to a hole covered in green plants. \"That is done,\" he said. \"Now the chimney-sweep can come.\" They sat down and waited. Soon, the devil came back with a small bag of gold in his hand.\n\nPour it all in,\" said the soldier, lifting his boot a little. But that won't be enough. The black creature shook out the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot stayed empty. \"Oh, silly creature,\" cried the soldier. \"It won't work. I knew it! Go back and get more.\" The creature shook his head, left, and came back in an hour with a huge bag. \"Pour it in now,\" said the soldier. \"I bet the boot is full.\" The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot was still empty. The creature looked inside with his bright eyes and saw the truth. \"You have such big legs,\" he cried, making a funny face. \"Did you think I had a cloven foot like you?\" asked the soldier. \"Since when have you been so stingy?\n\nMake sure you share the gold, or our deal is off. The bad man went away again. This time he was gone a long time. When he came back, he was out of breath. He had a big sack on his back. He poured the gold into the boot, but it was still not full. He got very angry and tried to grab the boot from the soldier. But just then, the first light of the sun came up. The bad spirit screamed and ran away fast. The poor soldier was safe. The peasant wanted to split the gold, but the soldier said, 'Give what is mine to the poor people. I will come to your house. We will live happily and peacefully with what is left, as long as God is happy with us.'",
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"One day, a rich farmer stood in his yard looking at his land. The corn was growing tall and the fruit trees were full of sweet fruit. The grain from last year was piled high in the loft, so high that the beams could hardly hold it. He walked to the stable to see his animals. There were fat cows and horses that looked as shiny as a mirror. Then he went back to his sitting room and looked at the iron chest where his money was kept. While he stood there looking at all his riches, a loud knock came from right inside his chest. It was not at the door of his room, but at the door of his heart. It opened, and he heard a soft voice ask, \"Have you shared your good things with your family?",
"Have you ever thought about people who have very little? Have you shared your food with someone who is hungry? Are you happy with what you have, or do you always want more? The heart answered quietly, \"I have been cold and unkind. I have never shown love to my family. If a poor person asked for help, I looked away. I did not think about God. I only wanted to make more money. Even if I owned the whole world, I would still not be happy.\" When he heard this, he was very scared. His knees shook, and he had to sit down. Suddenly, there was another knock. But this time, the knock was at his bedroom door.",
"It was his neighbor, a poor man who had a lot of children and not enough food. I know, thought the poor man, that my neighbor is rich, but he is very kind. I do not believe he will say no, but my children are crying for bread, so I will ask him. He said to the rich man, you are always so generous. My children are starving, please lend me four measures of corn. The rich man looked at him with a kind smile. The ice in his heart melted away. I will not lend you four measures, he answered. I will make you a present of eight, but you must fulfil one condition. What am I to do, said the poor man.",
"When I am gone, you must watch my grave for three nights. The poor man felt worried, but he was in a hard place. He agreed to do it and took the corn home. It was as if the rich man knew what would happen. After three days, he suddenly fell down and died. No one knew how it happened, and no one was sad. When he was buried, the poor man remembered his promise. He would have liked to be free from it, but he thought he had been kind to me. I fed my hungry children with his corn. Even if that were not true, I must keep my word.",
"At nightfall he went into the churchyard and sat down on the big mound of earth. It was very quiet, and the moon shone down. An owl flew by and made a soft, lonely sound. When the sun came up, the poor man went safely back home. The second night was just as peaceful. But on the third evening, he felt a little nervous. He thought something special was about to happen. When he went out, he saw a man by the wall. He had never seen him before. The man looked older and had some marks on his face. He looked around very quickly. He wore a big, old coat and only his tall boots were visible. What are you looking for here? the peasant asked.",
"Are you not afraid of the quiet churchyard?\" asked the peasant. \"I am looking for nothing,\" he answered. \"I am not afraid of anything. I am like the young man who went out to learn how to be brave, but he got the king's daughter to marry him and became very rich. I stayed poor. I am just a soldier who has finished his job. I want to stay here for the night because I have no other place to go. If you are brave, said the peasant, stay with me and help me watch that grave. To keep watch is a soldier's job,\" he replied. \"Whatever we meet here, whether it is good or bad, we will share it together. The peasant agreed, and they sat down on the grave together.",
"It was quiet until midnight. Suddenly, a sharp whistle filled the air. The two watchers looked up and saw the evil one standing right in front of them. \"Be off, you scoundrels!\" cried he. \"The man in that grave belongs to me. I want to take him. If you do not go away, I will hurt you!\" \"Sir with the red feather,\" said the soldier, \"you are not my captain. I do not need to obey you. I have not learned what fear is. Go away, we will stay sitting here.\" The devil thought to himself, \"Money is the best way to get these two to leave.\" So he played a softer tune and asked quite kindly, \"Would you like a bag of money to take home with you?",
"That is worth listening to,\" answered the soldier, \"but one bag of gold will not serve us.",
"If you can give me as much as fits inside one of my boots, I will leave the field and go away,\" said the soldier. \"I do not have that much money,\" said the devil, \"but I will get it for you. A kind man in the next town is my friend. He will lend it to me.\" When the devil had gone, the soldier took off his left boot. \"We will trick the charcoal-burner,\" he said to his friend. \"Just give me your knife, comrade.\" He cut the sole off the boot and hid it in the tall grass near the grave, right next to a hole covered in green plants. \"That is done,\" he said. \"Now the chimney-sweep can come.\" They sat down and waited. Soon, the devil came back with a small bag of gold in his hand.",
"Pour it all in,\" said the soldier, lifting his boot a little. But that won't be enough. The black creature shook out the bag. The gold fell through, and the boot stayed empty. \"Oh, silly creature,\" cried the soldier. \"It won't work. I knew it! Go back and get more.\" The creature shook his head, left, and came back in an hour with a huge bag. \"Pour it in now,\" said the soldier. \"I bet the boot is full.\" The gold clinked as it fell, but the boot was still empty. The creature looked inside with his bright eyes and saw the truth. \"You have such big legs,\" he cried, making a funny face. \"Did you think I had a cloven foot like you?\" asked the soldier. \"Since when have you been so stingy?",
"Make sure you share the gold, or our deal is off. The bad man went away again. This time he was gone a long time. When he came back, he was out of breath. He had a big sack on his back. He poured the gold into the boot, but it was still not full. He got very angry and tried to grab the boot from the soldier. But just then, the first light of the sun came up. The bad spirit screamed and ran away fast. The poor soldier was safe. The peasant wanted to split the gold, but the soldier said, 'Give what is mine to the poor people. I will come to your house. We will live happily and peacefully with what is left, as long as God is happy with us.'"
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