Jurek grew. He lifed with mother very modest, but not poor. Woman inteligent and sensibly benefited with gold, which gave from draws. She never inspired suspicions with neighbours. Coming day fiveteenth birthday boy and mother remembered about promise before years. When she put on the table, as did this from years, present for her royal god - daughter, she put letter with request in about care of son. Next morning letter didn't be, dissapeared. Evening, she angry, sat with son at lamp and she waited. At darkness she listen quiet whisper. That a little elf asked boy, in order to went with him. To mother said:
- Boy will be with us once a year. By this time will teach, as will become brave miner. If will be urgent and pious, some day will become rich and noble man.
Mother kissed her child in forehead and with words - Go with Got - released on home. Draws led Jurek to world of underground, where draws welcomed his frendly, even they did on him welcoming party. Next day he started teach. On the begining conducted his at all section in mine, later they saw, as to find fragment gold and silver and as to extract that metal.
After a few week boy was already all skilful miner. So time went on teach ore. Soon and this skill invaded. Time passed quickly. In day urgently worked, evening spent at the party and dance. When but longing for mother started him very pinched, let him benefited with mirror of draws. He looked in that him lovely mother's doing usually, everyday work. He relaxed and for some time back to him humour.
A year pass quickly. The king called him people, who arounded Jurka ring and open said:
- Be always so respectable, good and brave, as you are now, fate will be for you favourable and you cheerful your lovely mother. Guard however false. Given't deceived pretences, because not all is beautiful, what shine. Try look inside wonder - riches soul. Now you go in world on find lucky. I give you on way that mirror. Help you it understand people. Face human about wicked heart mirror deform, about right - beautiful. Remember, every person, who you meet, see in mirror. If that you friendly with bad man, who wonder face hide low, devious character, you don't accept for messages danger mirror, you will meet a big unhappines.
Touched Jurek thanks very the king and all him teacher, he goodbye and went to home.
The End
- Boy will be with us once a year. By this time will teach, as will become brave miner. If will be urgent and pious, some day will become rich and noble man.
Mother kissed her child in forehead and with words - Go with Got - released on home. Draws led Jurek to world of underground, where draws welcomed his frendly, even they did on him welcoming party. Next day he started teach. On the begining conducted his at all section in mine, later they saw, as to find fragment gold and silver and as to extract that metal.
After a few week boy was already all skilful miner. So time went on teach ore. Soon and this skill invaded. Time passed quickly. In day urgently worked, evening spent at the party and dance. When but longing for mother started him very pinched, let him benefited with mirror of draws. He looked in that him lovely mother's doing usually, everyday work. He relaxed and for some time back to him humour.
A year pass quickly. The king called him people, who arounded Jurka ring and open said:
- Be always so respectable, good and brave, as you are now, fate will be for you favourable and you cheerful your lovely mother. Guard however false. Given't deceived pretences, because not all is beautiful, what shine. Try look inside wonder - riches soul. Now you go in world on find lucky. I give you on way that mirror. Help you it understand people. Face human about wicked heart mirror deform, about right - beautiful. Remember, every person, who you meet, see in mirror. If that you friendly with bad man, who wonder face hide low, devious character, you don't accept for messages danger mirror, you will meet a big unhappines.
Touched Jurek thanks very the king and all him teacher, he goodbye and went to home.
The End
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