THE BROKEN PLOW

This story was told to us by a grandmother guide on the way to an old abandoned mill.

Everything would have been fine here if one day the owner of this mill had not sent his son to the neighboring farmyard for a plow. His own was badly blunted, and his handles were loose – he demanded corrections. The Miller took his plow to the blacksmith, and the blacksmith, unfortunately, was burned while extinguishing a fire that happened in the village. He was lying at home, covered with rabbit fat patches. Nevertheless, he promised the Miller that he would get out of bed any minute and fix the plow.

The miller returned home with nothing, and the time for plowing was running out. As he drove past the farmyard, he noticed that the entire arable land glistened with inverted layers of greasy earth, which meant that the owner's tool was in good working order.

"And our neighbors have good relations, I think we can't refuse a loan," the Miller decided.

And, as already mentioned, he sent his son to get the plow. While the young man was waiting for the tenant of the folwark to make a request to him, he met the young daughter of the owner.

The guy was not denied a loan, after all, the neighbors gave him a plow. But the young man left his heart in a folwark. I fell in love.

The miller and his son were busy at the mill and sent a hired man to plow. And the plow tip ran into a large stone. The girth is torn. It doesn't matter... But the plow is someone else's property.

And what possessed the Miller? He sent his son to a neighbor with a broken plow: they say, it happened, I'm returning your property back to you with apologies. He probably considered himself much higher in status than some kind of tenant.

But the guy with the broken plow returned home. Enraged by the failure to accept his apologies, the Miller personally took the broken plow to the farm and threw it in the yard. All the seeds of discord have been cast...

After some time, the tenant found out that the miller's son was running the mill instead of his father–his father was away on business.

And then there was the tenant on a cart and with sacks near the mill. He told the young Miller that he would fill the grain from the sacks into the hopper himself, and he agreed. And there's sand in the bags. By the time they saw the wrecking and the mill was stopped, a lot of time had passed, and the sand had ruined the millstones. The tenant of the warehouse, of course, get on the cart and run.

When Melnik returned, he sued his neighbor. He was found guilty and sent to hard labor.

But the story didn't end there. The miller's son told his father that he loved the daughter of a tenant farmer and intended to marry her. The miller was furious and refused his blessing. His father's heart did not hear his son's explanations and pleas, and the young man left home. He heard curses and threats of disinheritance from his father behind his back.

Left without a son, the Miller tried to calm down and occupy himself with repairing the mill. But an accident happened during the work: the millstone fell off the lift and the Miller died.

- And what happened to the lovers? - we ask the grandmother.

"That's how good it is with them," she replies. - Their love was stronger than the enmity and quarrel of their parents. They left here and never came back... And here's the mill. I'll rest here, and you do your business, take pictures if you're interested...