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In the Niol Mountains, where it rains so rarely, where the heat causes the stones to crumble into sand, and the ground becomes hard as a stone, the houses of a small village clung to the slopes. The peasants in this village lived poorly, although they worked a lot. If they worked so hard somewhere in the valley, they would probably live happily ever after. And yet even this barren land somehow fed them.

But now a hard year has come in the Niol Mountains. If drops of moisture fell on the ground, it was only sweat that flowed down the faces of peasants exhausted by useless work. And it hasn't rained all summer. There was a famine in the village. The old peasant, who had twelve sons and not a single sack of flour in stock, was the most hungry of all. One day he said:

– It's bitter for me to part with you, children, but it's even more bitter to see you starve. Go seek your fortune in other lands.

"All right–" the eleven sons replied– "but let the younger brother, Francesco, stay with you. We have strong legs, we will go quickly, where can he, the lame one, keep up with us.

Then the father said:

– You guys are tall and your legs are healthy, but you are not rich in intelligence. Francesco is not tall enough, and chrome, and his head and heart are golden. As long as he's with you, I won't worry about you. Take care of Francesco, you will be healthier yourself.

The elders did not dare to contradict their father. All twelve bowed to their native home and went.

They walked for a day, two, three. Francesco the limp could not keep up with his brothers and trailed far behind. He caught up with them only at a halt. But it turned out like this: only Francesco would get to them, and the brothers had already rested, got up and were moving on. Poor Francesco hobbles after me again. Completely exhausted, almost collapsing from fatigue.

On the third day , the elder brother said:

– Why do we need such a burden? Let's go ahead quickly. Then Francesco won't catch up with us.

So they did. We didn't stop anywhere else, we never looked back.

They came to the seashore and saw a boat tied up. One of the brothers says:

– What if we get on this boat and go to Sardinia? There, they say, the region is rich, money is asking for itself.

"All right, let's go to Sardinia–" the others said. The brothers looked – there was only room for ten in the boat, there was nowhere for the eleventh to fit.

"Tell you what–" the older brother, Angelo, ordered– "let one of you, at least you, Lorenzo, wait here on the shore. I'll come back for you later.

- Well, no!  Lorenzo shouted. –I'm not such a fool as to wait for you to come back. Stay here yourself.

- As if not so!  Angelo replied. "I want you to leave me like Francesco. ..

And he jumped into the boat. The others, pushing and cursing, climbed after him. We pushed off from the shore and swam.

At this time, the wind blew, caught up with the clouds, raised a wave in the sea. The overloaded boat does not obey the steering wheel, its crests overwhelm it. Then a huge wave ran up, hit the boat on the reefs and smashed it into splinters. All the brothers, one by one, went to the bottom.

And Francesco the limp was in a hurry, as he could. Here he trudged to the Krensky Lake. I looked around – the grass is soft, the trees are shady, the water in the lake is cold and transparent. There is no nicer place to relax. However, the brothers are nowhere to be seen.

Then Francesco realized that he had been abandoned and wept bitterly.

- Eh, brothers, brothers, why did you do this! I'm lame, it's bad without you, and you won't be better off without me. If I had healthy legs, such a disaster would not have happened!

Francesco cried and fell asleep.

And just as he fell asleep, the fairy of the Krensky Lake came out from behind the tree. She heard everything from the first to the last word.

The fairy approached the sleeping young man and touched his sore leg with her magic wand. She touched it and hid behind a thick tree trunk again. She waited.

Francesco slept exhausted for a long time, but finally woke up.

He jumped up and did not believe himself. What a miracle! Both feet are firmly on the ground, as if he had never been lame! If you want to run, you want to dance!

- What a wonderful doctor cured me! I am ready to find him at least on the edge of the earth to say thank you!  Francesco exclaimed.

Then the fairy appeared to him. Francesco even squeezed his eyes shut– she was so beautiful. The braids are precisely woven from the sun's rays, the eyes are blue like the water of a lake, the cheeks are like two petals of a rosehip.

– Why don't you say thank you to me?  The fairy said, smiling. –You don't even have to take a step to do that.

But the young man could not utter a word.

- Listen, Francesco. In front of you is the fairy of the Krensky Lake. I liked you, and I decided to fulfill three of your wishes. One thing has already been fulfilled – your sick leg has become healthy. That leaves two more. Tell me what you want.

Francesco replied:

– You have fulfilled not one, but two of my wishes. When I was still a little boy and listened to fairy tales, I always wanted to see a fairy. So I saw a fairy.

- Well, then you still have one more wish, – the fairy laughed.

"Well," Francesco said. – If a fairy from a fairy tale has come to me, then my wish will be like in a fairy tale: it would be nice to have a magic bag and a magic club. Whatever I want, let him be in the bag in a moment, and the club, whatever I order, let him do it.

The fairy waved her wand. And-pop! "the bag and the club are at Francesco's feet.

Francesco was delighted, and the fairy told him:

– A person who owns such a bag and such a club can do a lot of evil and a lot of good. Look, Francesco, so that I don't have to regret my gift.

After saying that, the fairy disappeared.

And Francesco tied the bag to his belt, tucked the club under his arm and set off. But before that, he had a good bite. Firstly, he was hungry, and secondly, he couldn't wait to try the fairy's gift. The bag turned out to be exactly what a magic bag should be. Francesco only ordered, and the sack, without a moment's delay, treated him to fried partridge, sheep's cheese, hot round bread, and a bottle of golden wine. Well, Francesco did not test the baton. If the first gift is good, then the second one is no worse.

Francesco walks merrily, singing song after song.

The sun was past noon when Francesco saw a poor hut in the forest. A boy was sitting on the threshold and crying.

Francesco decided to cheer him up.

- Hey, buddy! – he shouted. - Apparently, shedding tears is your craft. How much do you charge for a dozen salty drops?

"I'm not laughing, my dear sir," the boy replied.

– What happened to you?

"My father is a woodcutter–" said the boy– "and he feeds the whole family by himself. Today he fell from a tree and dislocated his arm. I ran into town to get a doctor, but he wouldn't talk to me. The doctor knows that you can't pick an orange from a dry tree, and you can't get rich from a poor man.

- Well, it's all nonsense!  Francesco said. – I'll help your father.

–Are you a doctor?" – cried the boy.

"What's that got to do with me?" asked Francesco. – Do you need a doctor? He'll be here now. What's his name?

- Dr. Pancrazio.

- Great!  Francesco exclaimed and slapped the bag. - Hey, Dr. Pancrazio, - in the bag!

Before the boy could blink away a tear, something buzzed in the air. It was a fat doctor rushing from the city to the sack. Bang! And the doctor is in the bag. Wow, how heavy he was–Francesco ducked down. It was good that he had thought to untie the bag from his belt. The Doctor plopped down on the ground and screamed:

– I am the famous, learned Doctor Ignazio Pancrazio and I will not allow various starving people to dispose of my important person. If I said I wouldn't go to the woodcutter, then I wouldn't go.

"So you don't have to go," Francesco said, "you're already there." It remains only to cure the patient.

"I won't treat you," the doctor answered from the bag.

"I see," said Francesco, "that Dr. Ignazio Pancrazio himself is seriously ill and his illness is called stubbornness and greed. We'll have to treat him first. Hey, bludgeon, let's get to work!

The baton did not force itself to ask twice. She began to drum on the doctor's thick back.

– I'm already healthy! "Where is the patient?" the doctor shouted. Take me to the patient.

While the doctor was setting the woodcutter's dislocated arm, Francesco ordered the bag to deliver supplies for a whole month. I put it all at the door and walked on.

After a while, Francesco came to town.

It was late afternoon, and Francesco's first act was to find a hotel. The hostess of the hotel served him dinner, and then said:

- Oh, son, son, I'm sorry to lose such a good guest. However, take my advice: spend the night, and leave the city early in the morning.

–Is there a plague in the city?"  Francesco asked.

"The plague is not the plague, but it's not better than the plague–" the talkative hostess began to explain. "Three months ago, a stranger came to live with us-may he be torn into four pieces! He confused all the young men. And what would you think? A game of dice. Now the game goes from morning to evening and from evening to morning. And whoever loses to the ground doesn't show up at home anymore. Twelve young men, modest and obedient as pigeons, disappeared as if they had fallen through the ground. And there is no word or spirit about them.

"Thank you, kind woman, for warning me," Francesco said, and he thought: "Eh, it seems there is a job for a sack and a club in this city!"At eight o'clock in the morning, Francesco asked the bag for rich clothes and a hundred thousand gold scudos. At ten o'clock in the morning, the whole city was already saying that Prince Santo Francesco, known everywhere for his nobility and wealth, had arrived. And at noon, a man in a long raincoat and a hat with feathers knocked on Francesco's room.

"Signor Santo Francesco–" he said– "I have only been living in this city for three months, but I have already made the acquaintance of the best young people. It would be a great honor if you would visit my house. I've heard rumors that you're a great dice player. Here you can show your art.

"To tell you the truth," Francesco replied, "I don't even know how to hold bones in my hands. But in order to get to know such a kind signor better, I am ready to play from morning to evening. Of course, I will make rapid progress with such an experienced teacher.

The guest was very pleased. He began to bow so hard that, forgetting himself, he put out his right leg from under his cloak. And what did Francesco see? Do you think a shoe with a bow? As if not so! He saw a black furry hoof.