There was once a man who traveling. He came, at last, to a beautiful. Big farm. It had a manor house so fine that it could easily have been a small castle. "This will be a good place to rest,» he ব্যক্ত to himself as he went trough the gate. An old man, with gray hair and beard, was chopping wood nearby. "Good evening, father" ব্যক্ত the traveler. "Can আপনি put me up for the night? " I'm not the father of the house," ব্যক্ত the old one. "Go into the রান্নাঘর and talk to my father". The traveler went into the kitchen. There he found a man who was even older, down on his knees in front of the hearth,...
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