The Three Brothers

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It was once a man who had three sons, and nothing else in the world but the house in which

he lived in.

Now each of the sons wished to have the house after his father's death, but the father

loved them all alike and did not know what to do.

He did not wish to sell the house because it had belonged to his forefathers, else he

might have divided the money amongst them.

At last a plan came into his head, and he said to his sons, go into the world and try

each of you to learn a trade.

When you all come back, he who makes the best masterpiece shall have the house.

The sons were well content with this, and the eldest determined to be a blacksmith, the

second a barber, and the third a fencing master.

They fixed a time when they should all come home again, and then each went his own way.

It chanced that they all found skillful masters who taught them their trades well.

The blacksmith had to shoe the king's horses, and he thought to himself, the house is mine

without a doubt.

The barber shaved only great people, and he too already looked upon the house as his own.

The fencing master got many a blow, but he only bit his lip and let nothing vex him.

For, he said to himself, if you are afraid of a blow, you'll never win the house.

When the appointed time had gone by, the three brothers came back home to their father,

but they did not know how to find the best opportunity for showing their skill, so they

sat down and consulted together.

As they were sitting thus, while at once a hare came running across the field, a hawk

just in time said the barber, so he took his basin and soap and lathered away until the

hare came up, then he soaped and shaved off the hare's whiskers, while his tea was running

at the top of his speed, and did not even cut his skin or endure a hare on his body.

Well done said the old man, your brothers will have to exert themselves wonderfully, or

the house will be yours.

When after, up came a noble man in his coach, dashing a long and full speed.

Now you shall see what I can do father, said the blacksmith, so away he ran after the

coach, took all four shoes off the feet of one of the horses while his tea was galloping

and put on four new shoes without stopping him.

You are a fine fellow, and as clever as your brother said the father, I do not know to

which I ought to give the house.

Then the third son said, father, let me have my turn if you please, and as it was beginning

to rain he drew his sword and flourished it backward and forward above his head so

fast that not a drop fell upon him.

It rained still harder and harder till it lasted came down in tarns, but he only flourished

his sword faster and faster and remained as dry as if he were sitting in a house.

When his father saw this he was amazed and said, this is the masterpiece the house is

yours.

His brothers were satisfied with this, as was agreed beforehand, and as they loved one

another very much they all three stayed together in the house, followed their trades, and as

they had learned them so well and were so clever they earned a great deal of money.

Thus they lived together happily until they grew old, and at last when one of them fell

sick and died the two others grieved so sorely about it that they also fell ill and soon

after died, and because they had been so clever and had loved one another so much they were

all laid in the same grave.

And of the three brothers, by Grimm's fairy tales.