Once upon a time there was an old man who had three sons. The old man was so poor that had nothing but his soul, and a ruined hut, a horse, a pad and a pair of curbs. Right before he was dying, he called them and said: - My dear sons, as you see there isn’t much time for me left, and I wish to give you my benediction because I do not have any wealth. Live with honesty as you have done till now and never part from each other. Whereas, divide all the things I have got according to your age: the eldest should take the horse, the middle son should take the pad while the youngest the curbs.

These were his last words and he closed his eyes forever. Little time passed, and the eldest brother got up and said to his brothers that he was going to the market with his horse to find a pad and curbs. He went to the city, and the first man he met was a trader. The trader asked him what was he looking for and the man said he wanted a pad and curbs for his horse. The trader said that he would give him all those, as long as he would tell to the trader a hundred lies without a truth. But if he couldn’t do that, then the trader would take the horse. The eldest brother accepted the challenge and began to create lies, but he could tell only thirty of them and stopped, so he lost his horse and went home empty-handed. Few days passed and the middle brother takes his pad and goes to the market to find a horse and curbs. The same as his older brother he went to the city and meets the same trader who had taken the horse from his brother. The trader asked him what he had come for to the city, so the man said he was looking for a horse and curbs because he had the pad. So the trader did the same thing to the middle brother, he had to tell a hundred lies without a truth, otherwise he would lose the pad. The middle brother accepted and began to tell lies but all he could tell were fifty of them, so he lost his pad and went home empty-handed too.

The youngest of brothers was bald-headed but very smart. One day he took the curbs and went to the city, there he met the same trader. The trader asked him: - What did bring you here?

The same thing that made my brothers come here; -the bald man answered. – I have heard that you like to listen to many lies, why don’t we try together? If I lose, you’ll take my curbs, but if I win you’ll give me the horse and the pad.

Great, - the trader said. – If you tell me a hundred lies without a truth, I will give you the horse, the pad and lots of other things.

That was all the bald man wanted to hear, so he began to tell his false stories.

-U woke up a day and it wasn’t in the morning, I had and didn’t have bees, I counted and discounted them, count, discount, even though I didn’t know to count; went into the hive and counted the bees but there was one missing. I got bored so much that I took a seed and a needle and went to the seashore. As soon as I got to the shore, I looked around to find the bee but I couldn’t. So, I fixed the needle to the ground and got on the needle, and across the sea I saw a farmer who was working in the field and a bee.

I could see that she was my bee but I couldn’t cross the sea. So I planted the pumpkin seed and fell asleep. While I was sleeping, the seed had sprouted and it had become so gigantic that it had gone across to the other side of the sea. When I woke up, I climbed the branch and passed to the other side of the sea, then I went close to the farmer who was working in the field.

Good work! –I said.

Thank you! –he said.

But why have you taken my bee and used it to work in the field? – I said.

No I didn’t take it, it must have come here to the field, - he swore.

Okay then, - I said, - we are not going to fight just for that, just pay me the damage you’ve caused.

Surely, - the farmer said, - just wait until I seed the last part that has remained, wait for it to sprout and mature, then I will harvest, thresh it and fill the sacks up.

Just as he had planted the last seeds, the seeds that he had planted before sprouted, matured, he harvested it, threshed it then he gave me the sacks full of it.

Here’s the pay wheat and your bee,- he said.

I put the sacks on the both sides of the bee, then got on in the middle and said him goodbye. I took the road to go back home. When we were in the middle of the road, I noticed that the weight was leaning on one side. I went to sit over the sea, cross-legged and began to count the wheat grainy. There was a brain more. So I took the axe, cut the grain into two pieces and made the two weights equal. Then I got up in mid-air to fly back home. As I entered the yard, I heard that I had become a father. Blessed is he that goes and he that comes back! I was immensely happy and immediately began to make the baby’s cradle. I called two-hundred men who worked with axes to cut the trees, but the wood we got wasn’t enough for a cradle. I found a kindling wood at the blade of the axe, so I could finish with the cradle and I could make even a stool for myself. Then I called two-hundred men to shear two thousand sheep, but the wool wasn’t enough. I found a piece of hair at the scissors’ blade then I could use all the wool for my baby and myself.

One day I decided to go hunting. There were three rifles in our house, two of them broken and one without flintlock, and three harriers too, two of them were dead while the other one was heartless. I took the riffle without the flintlock and the heartless harrier and walked up the mountain. Three rabbits flinged off in front of me, two of them were dead and the other was lifeless. I fired and with the first bullet I killed the dead rabbit. I took it into my arms and on the way home I saw three houses, two of them decrepit and the other one rot. I entered the rot house and there I found three old women, two of them blind and the other one eyeless. I asked the eyeless woman if she could see any jar and she pointed out three jars, two of them broken and the other one damaged. I took the damaged one and boiled the lifeless rabbit. The meat flowed down, and only the juice remained. I ate and filled, the tree old women did the same thing...

Stop it, stop it, - the trader said, - you said more than a hundred lies and no truth. Here’s the horse, the pad and all the other stuff. I hope you enjoy all these together with your brothers.

The bald brother took them and went back home, where he lived and descended happily with his brothers.