In the old years, one king had three sons. Now, when the sons became old, the king gathered them together and said: "My sons, my dear, while i am not yet old, i would like to marry you, look at your little children, at ,y grandchildren."
The sons answer to their father: "So, bless you, father. On whow do you want to marry us?"
-Here what, sons, take the arrow, go out into a clear field and shoot: where the arrows fall, there is your destiny
"My sons, my dear, while i am not yet old, i would like to marry you, look at your little children, at ,y grandchildren."
The sons answer to their father:
"So, bless you, father. On whow do you want to marry us?"
-Here what, sons, take the arrow, go out into a clear field and shoot: where the arrows fall, there is your destiny