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Very long time ago there were in this country the people named пиктами. There were they people absolutely tiny, with red hair, long hands, and ступнями such wide, that when there was a rain, they could lift up them over goals and then they served them as umbrellas.

Пикты there were great builders, they have constructed all ancient fortresses in the country; and you know, how they built them? I to you will tell. All of them stood in a row from a stone quarry to a place where built, and всяк transferred stones forward to the to the neighbour, while did not complete all.

Still пикты were the great people because of an ale which they cooked from a heather: so, whether you know, extraordinary accessible drink for a heather, I warrant turned out, was then as much, as well as now.

Their this art other tribe which lived in the country greedy solicited; but пикты never gave out secrets, and transferred it from the father to the son together with the strict order from one to another: never to allow it to learn to nobody!

In the end at пиктов there were big wars and many of them have been interrupted, and is fast, really, they have reached that became only a handful of people and likely should disappear from the person of the earth.

Still strong keeping for secret верескового an ale, they have settled, that to enemies never to force it from them.

All right, has reached at last great fight between them and скоттами in which they have suffered utter defeat and all have been interrupted, except two - the father and the son.

And here before the king скоттов there were these people led to it that it устрашеньем has forced them to give out secret. He has directly told it, that if they do not open it voluntary, it becomes пытать them, while they will not open, and consequently it would be better to concede for them in time.

<All right, - the old man has told to the king, - I see, was not present to sense to oppose. But there is one condition, on which you should agree before уведаешь secret>. - <And what?> - the king has asked. Whether <you promise to execute it if it is not in what against your self-interest?> - the old man has asked. <yes, - the king has told, - I give such promise>. Then пикт has told: <You should know, that I wish death of my son though I and would not like to take his life to myself.

     At first the son kill,
     And I to tell is ready,
     As we cook our ale
     From вересковых colours!

Undoubtedly, the king has been strongly amazed by such request, however as he promised, has ordered, that the adolescent has been immediately executed. When the old man has seen, that its son is dead, it has highly jumped up and has cried: <Now do with me that you want. You could force my son, for there was it only the sickly youth, but you cannot force me never!

     And I will not tell to you,
     Though you to kill is ready,
     As we cook our ale
     From вересковых colours!

Now the king has been amazed more former for done not happen till now that he was outwitted by the simple savage. However he has decided, that it is not necessary to kill пикта and that the greatest punishment to it now will be that have left it in the live. So, it have taken away as the captive, and he has lived after that many years, yet did not become deep-very old man - not walking and blind.

People have forgotten, that veins such person. But once at night in the house where it was, there were any good fellows and have arranged great похвальбу with the force. He has risen from bed and has told, that would like to test one of their wrists to compare it to hands of people which lived in days of old. And they, laughter for the sake of, have stretched it a thick iron rod. It has simply broken it in two the fingers as you would break a tube. <fair хрящик, - he has told, - but at all that right hands during my time>.

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