Tazsha bala Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three children and five goats. One day, the eldest son decided to venture out to find work elsewhere. He slaughtered his share of the goats without giving even a piece of meat to his parents and left with all the meat. As he was walking, he came across a rich man who was an artist. This rich man hired him to learn a craft. However, the artist was a cruel man; he locked the hired boy in a chest and starved him to death. The middle son, wanting to learn a craft as well, followed the path of his older brother and went to the same artist to work for him. Just like his brother, he was also starved to death by the artist. The youngest son, Tazsha, also slaughtered his share of the goats and gave half of the meat to his parents, asking for their permission before he set off with the rest. On his way, he stumbled upon a herd of sheep. He met the shepherd of the flock and learned that these sheep belonged to the same cruel artist. The shepherd asked Tazsha: - "Child, where are you going?" Tazsha replied: - "I am going to learn a craft." Then the old man said: - "My boy, do not tell anyone else this; do not lie to yourself, do not tell your truth to strangers." After hearing this, the boy thought the old man's words were wise and went to the artist. When he arrived at the artist's home and stayed the night, the artist asked Tazsha: - "Child, where are you going? May your path be blessed." Tazsha replied: - "I am a child without any father, a child of a split inheritance." The artist then said: - "Stay with us, be my child. We will slaughter a fat lamb and have a feast. I, myself, am going on a journey." And with that, he left. Tazsha replied: - "Goodbye, father. Take care!" and stayed at home. The artist had a daughter who said to Tazsha: - "Brother, do not eat the lamb's shoulder bone yourself, hang it at the top of the door frame. Then a white dog will come and try to reach it. You should throw your axe at the dog and kill it." Afterward, Tazsha slaughtered the lamb, held a feast, invited the neighbors, and heeding the girl's advice, hung the shoulder bone at the top of the door frame. As foretold, a white dog came and leapt for the bone, but when Tazsha threw his axe, he missed, and the dog escaped. When the artist returned home and learned of Tazsha's actions, he became furious and decided to starve the dog to death, locking it in a chest. While the artist was away, his daughter secretly provided food for Tazsha through a hole she made in the bottom of the chest, keeping him alive. After several days, Tazsha's father set out to search for his children and came to the artist's house to inquire: - "I had a son named Tazsha. Have you seen him?" The artist replied: - "I have not seen him." As they spoke, Tazsha overheard them from inside the chest. When he heard the artist's words, Tazsha shouted: - "Father, I am here!" Recognizing his son's voice, the father pulled Tazsha out of the chest, and they returned home together. On the way, Tazsha said to his father: - "Father, let me become a black lamb. Tie a rope around my neck and take me to the market to sell for a good price, but keep the rope." As he spoke, he transformed into a black lamb. His father tied the rope and took him to the market, selling him and returning home with the money. The next day, Tazsha returned to his original form and said to his father: - "Father, let me become a black horse. Take me to the market and sell me, but keep my reins." As he wished, he transformed into a horse, and his father took him to the market, selling him and keeping the reins. The next day, Tazsha again returned to his original form and told his father: - "Father, let me become a golden foal. Take me to the market and sell me, but keep the lead." As he said, he transformed into a foal. His father was leading him to sell at the market when they encountered the same artist. The artist said: - "Sell me this foal." Tazsha's father replied: - "My foal is worth a hundred tilla." Realizing their trickery, the artist purchased the foal for a hundred tilla and took it home. He called for his daughter, telling her to hold the foal, and hurried inside to get a knife to slaughter it. The daughter, realizing her father's malicious intent, grabbed a knife herself and, as the father entered, she cut the lead rope, freeing the foal. The artist, seeing the foal escape, chased after it. At that moment, Tazsha transformed into a fox and fled, while the artist turned into a hound and chased him. When the artist was close, Tazsha transformed into a duck and flew away, and the artist turned into a hawk to pursue him. Soon after, Tazsha became a sparrow, and the artist transformed into a falcon, following him. Then, as Tazsha perched as a sparrow on a roof, the artist, as a falcon, swooped down. Terrified, Tazsha transformed into a piece of cloth and fell to the ground. The artist turned back into a man, reaching for the cloth, and Tazsha rolled into a grain of millet. The artist, now a chicken, tried to peck at him, but Tazsha transformed into a cat, jumped onto the artist's neck, and clawed and bit him until he killed the cruel artist. Thus, Tazsha married the artist's daughter and lived happily ever after, achieving all his wishes and becoming a wealthy man.