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The happy man (King Matthias tale, Hungarian folk tale)

Author: I'll tell you

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Alongside Matthias lived his most trusted insider, without whom the king never went far. One day, Mátyás' confidant got such a colic (hasciccosis - the editor) from some badly drunk water that he just died.

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He was writhing on the ground. Towards Utolja he could not even open his eyes, and the reaper was still hammering behind him, when a quack came to him with the sad news, and asked him if he knew the cure.

The shirt of the happiest man in the country is brought, given to him, he lives. A hundred horsemen of the king's retinue ran in a thousand directions after the shirt of the happy man. They searched every place, but they could not find a happy man, not even one who pretended to be happy.

The happy-man-seeking delegation was on their way home, when they heard a beautiful tilinkó (a wooden, high-pitched whistle, a flute - editor) tinkling to their ears, competing with the ballads of the sandbanks. The king's delegation is made up of only the clever ones.

It was thought that whoever played the piccolo (a wind instrument similar to the flute - ed.) was cheerful, and whoever was cheerful was happy. They go there, and there is a shepherd boy blowing his piccolo. They ask him if he is happy.

The tinker (the boy who guards the animals - ed.) answers without a bowtie:

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- I am from head to toe!

- What makes you happy?

- The sun shines, the rains come at the right time, the fields are full of good bites, the sheep are growing, their coats are thickening, they give plenty of milk.

The king's couriers were on their knees asking for the shirt of the happy shepherd boy, offering bags of uncounted gold. Then the tinker unbuttoned the frayed straitjacket at his breast, revealing the bare skin of his body. So died the king's best man, the happy man's shirtless man.

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