Happy and sad

A weaver, his two wives. Two daughters of two weavers' wives, - Sukhu and Dukhu. Tanti adores elder wife and eldest daughter Sukhu more and more. The eldest wife and eldest daughter do not tear the house and family; Just sit down and eat. Dukhu and his mother spin yarn, clean the house; Every day, four people get four rice, and everyone gets money.

One day the weaver died. The old weaver's wife hid all the looms she had, took her daughter Dukhu and made Dukhu's mother different.

Today, Sukhur's mother brings the wrap of big fish from the market, tomorrow she brings the big lauta from the market, cooks it, grows it, eats it in front of Satin Satin's daughter.

Dukhur's mother and Dukhur cut yarn day and night, some day a towel, some day a blanket, this is what happens. So the bechia gets one and a half, so Diya gives the food to the mother.

One day the thread is cut into a mouse, the cotton is washed away, - Dukhur's mother, having spread the thread, put the cotton in the sun, took the clothes and went to the ghat. Dukhu Tula Aglaiya is sitting. At that time, a gust of wind came and blew away the cotton! Even a little cotton could not return Dukhu; At the end, Dukhu cried!

Then the wind said, 'Do not cry, come with me, I will lift you up.' Dukhu cried and followed the wind.

On the way, a cow called Dukhu, 'Dukhu, where are you going - will you kill my cow?'

Dukhu wiped the tears, cut the cows, watered the straw; Diya followed the wind again.

After going some distance, a banana tree said, 'Dukhu, where are you going - I am surrounded by big vines, will you pull them?'

Dukhu stopped for a while and plucked the leaves of the banana tree.

Going a little further, a tree called, - 'Dukhu, where are you going - can you brush the big mess on my trunk?'

Dukhu swept away the dust, picked up the leaves from the floor. After all, Dukhu went with the wind again.

A little far away, a horse said - 'Dukhu, Dukhu, where are you going, - can you give me four bunches of grass?'

Dukhu gave horse grass. Then, moving along with the wind, where did you go?

There is no one else at home; Sprawling houses, sparkling courtyards, only an old lady sitting on the dawa is spinning yarn, in the twinkling of an eye, sarees are being made from that yarn.

The old woman and no one else, the old woman of the moon! The wind said, "Dukhu, go to the old woman and ask for cotton, you will get it."

Dukhu went and bowed down to the old woman's feet and said, - 'Look, Ayima, the wind has come with all my cotton - tell me, Ayima, count my cotton.'

The hair is like milk foam, moonlight; After removing that hair and raising her eyes, she saw the old mother of the moon, the little sweet girl-Chini Hen sweet-sweet bully.

The old woman said, 'Long live the golden moon. There are towels in the house, clothes in the house, oil in the house, go to that pond and take two dips; Come home and eat chatti first, then I will give cotton now.'

Dukhu went to the house, saw how many good towels, cloths, - pushed them all, took the torn cloths, put a little oil on the head, took a pinch of alkaline water and went to Nai.

Dukhu dived into the water with a bit of salt water. Dukhu's beauty disappeared with a dive!-What a form! And the jewels of the two hands, not on the body, not on the feet. Dukhu slowly got up with the golden body and went to the dining room.

How many things in the dining room, does Dukhu know? Born not seen so much! Sitting in a corner, Dukhu came eating four pantas. Chand's mother said, "My golden child has come!"

Dukhu went and saw, - pumpkins on pumpkins - small, big, how many kinds! Dukhu took a small toy caterpillar from one side and gave it to the old woman.

The old woman said, "My treasure! Why to me, now go to mother, I have put cotton in this barn.”

Taking the dust of the old woman's feet, the caterpillars went home, lighting the path in their arms, form, jewelry. The horse said on the way, "Dukhu dukhu, SS, what else will I give, take this." The horse gave birth to a bird very fast.

Seora tree said, "Dukhu, Dukhu, SS, what else will I give, take this." Seora tree gave a ghara mohar.

The banana tree said, "Dukhu, Dukhu, SS, what else will I give, take this." The banana tree gave a bunch of golden bananas.

Guy said, "Dukhu, Dukhu, SS, what else will I give, take this." Gai gave a Kapila-lakshana speech. Dukhu came home on the back of a foal with a basket, rhyme, tulia, bakna.

"Dukhu, Dukhu, O Burnermukhi - where did you go to get cotton? -" Calling, Dukiya, here and there, searching the forest, not finding her daughter, Dukhur's mother was restless - Dukhur's mother came running, "Oh mother, my mother, where have you been all this time? "-Asia saw,-"Oh mother! Where did you get all this, the daughter of a blind woman?" - Mother went and took Dukhu to her chest.

Dukhu told his mother everything; Hearing this, Dukhu's mother took Dukhu with joy and went to Sukhu's mother. Take some happiness, stay some misery.

Sukhur's mother said, "Balai!" Part of the next link-Bantri-hit his forehead! Wash up."

In my mind, Sukhu's mother said, "The enemy's forehead is on fire, why, is my Sukhu a girl floating in water?" I die of pain! If it is on the forehead, you will steal Indra's wealth tomorrow." Dukhu Dukhu's mother came back.

At night, the prince-bride of Dukhur came out of the cave. The prince-bride rode on a horse, milked Kapila, - Dukhu, Dukhu's mother's house - there was light.

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