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Название: Folk-Lore and Legends: Oriental

Автор: Charles John Tibbitts

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       Charles John Tibbitts

      Folk-Lore and Legends: Oriental

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066237714

       THE COBBLER ASTROLOGER.

       THE LEGEND OF THE TERRESTRIAL PARADISE OF SHEDDÁD, THE SON OF ’A’D.

       THE TOMB OF NOOSHEERWÂN.

       AMEEN AND THE GHOOL.

       THE RELATIONS OF SSIDI KUR.

       The Adventures of the Rich Youth.

       The Adventures of the Beggar’s Son.

       The Adventures of Massang.

       The Magician with the Swine’s Head.

       The History of Sunshine and his Brother.

       The Wonderful Man who overcame the Chan.

       The Bird-man.

       The Painter and the Wood-carver.

       The Stealing of the Heart.

       The Man and his Wife.

       Of the Maiden Ssuwarandari.

       THE TWO CATS.

       LEGEND OF DHURRUMNATH.

       THE TRAVELLER’S ADVENTURE.

       THE SEVEN STAGES OF ROOSTEM.

       THE MAN WHO NEVER LAUGHED.

       THE FOX AND THE WOLF.

       THE SHEPHERD AND THE JOGIE.

       THE PERFIDIOUS VIZIER.

       Table of Contents

      In the great city of Isfahan lived Ahmed the cobbler, an honest and industrious man, whose wish was to pass through life quietly; and he might have done so, had he not married a handsome wife, who, although she had condescended to accept of him as a husband, was far from being contented with his humble sphere of life.

      Sittâra, such was the name of Ahmed’s wife, was ever forming foolish schemes of riches and grandeur; and though Ahmed never encouraged them, he was too fond a husband to quarrel with what gave her pleasure. An incredulous smile or a shake of the head was his only answer to her often-told day-dreams; and she continued to persuade herself that she was certainly destined to great fortune.

      It happened one evening, while in this temper of mind, that she went to the Hemmâm, where she saw a lady retiring dressed in a magnificent robe, covered with jewels, and surrounded by slaves. This was the very condition Sittâra had always longed for, and she eagerly inquired the name of the happy person who had so many attendants and such fine jewels. She learned it was the wife of the chief astrologer to the king. With this information she returned home. Her husband met her at the door, but was received with a frown, nor could all his caresses obtain a smile or a word; for several hours she continued silent, and in apparent misery. At length she said—

      “Cease your caresses, unless you are ready to give me a proof that you do really and sincerely love me.”

      “What proof of love,” exclaimed poor Ahmed, “can you desire which I will not give?”

      “Give over cobbling; it is a vile, low trade, and never yields more than ten or twelve dinars a day. Turn astrologer! your fortune will be made, and I shall have all I wish, and be happy.”

      “Astrologer!” cried Ahmed—“astrologer! Have you forgotten who I am—a cobbler, without any learning—that you want me to engage in a profession which requires so much skill and knowledge?”

      “I neither think nor care about your qualifications,” said the enraged wife; “all I know is, that if you do not turn astrologer immediately I will be divorced from you to-morrow.”

      The cobbler remonstrated, but in vain. The figure of the astrologer’s wife, with her jewels and her slaves, had taken complete possession of Sittâra’s imagination. All night it haunted her; she dreamt of nothing else, and on awaking declared she would leave the house if her husband did not comply with her wishes. What could poor Ahmed do? He was no astrologer, but he was dotingly fond of his wife, and he could not bear the idea of losing her. He promised to obey, and, having sold his little stock, bought an astrolabe, an astronomical almanac, and a table of the twelve signs of the zodiac. Furnished with these he went to the market-place, crying, “I am an astrologer! I know the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and the twelve signs of the zodiac; I can calculate nativities; I can foretell everything that is to happen!”

      No man was better known than Ahmed the cobbler. A crowd soon gathered round him. “What! friend Ahmed,” said one, “have you СКАЧАТЬ