Thord Ovaraj was the most affluent and influential man in his parish.
One day in a hurry he reached the priest and said - I have a son and I want to have his naming ceremony done.
What would you name him?
In the name of his father - Finn!
And who will be the witnesses?
Thord named some of the most famous gentlemen and ladies of his parish.
well anything else? The priest raised his head and asked.
Tord said after hesitating for some time - I want that the ceremony of naming his name should be performed here in the church.
That means someday in this week?
Yes, next Saturday at twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
OK. Anything else ? the pastor asked
Saying otherwise, Thor lifted his hat and, wrapping it around, began to walk.
The priest got up - yes one thing is left - and moved towards Thord and, holding his hand and looking seriously into his eyes, said - God bless your son!
Sixteen years later!
Today Thord again came to the pastor.
Oh, indeed Thord, you live your life with great pleasure, - said the pastor, because today, even after sixteen years, he has not found the slightest change in Thord - because I have no technology - in this reply of Thord there is a sense of satisfaction and happiness. There was fragrance.
The priest remained silent, but after a few moments asked again - Tell me what is the news of happiness today?
Tomorrow my son will be hard at work.
He is a great son.
And I don't want to give any south to the priest until I know what place the son will get in the church.
He'll find it next!
Okay then okay. Take this ten dollars.
and some service worthy of me? The priest asked, taking the dollar, gazing at Thorde. And then nothing! All blessings to you.
Thord is gone.
Another eight years passed.
One day a loud noise was heard outside the priest's room, because many people were coming to the church.
In front of them all was Thord.
Thord entered the priest's room first.
The priest raised his eyes and recognized - Today you have come with great elegance, Thord! Tell me what's the matter?
I have come to impose the rules of marriage on my son, because he has been married to Karin Stolinden, the giddy girl.
Remain giddy - he said pointing to a gentleman standing beside him.
Oh, is that so! Then she is the richest girl in this parish.
I hear it - said Thord, raising the hair of his head with his hand.
For some time the priest sat silent, as if engrossed in deep thought.
Then without saying anything in your register, write the names of those people. And there Gadmand and Thord set the table for three dollars.
After signing, Thorde put the three dollars on the table.
I can take only one - said the pastor.
So it's fine, but I have only one son - absolutely only, so I want to marry him with a little more pride. And then the priest accepted those three dollars. Thord You have come for the third time today because of your son.
But now I have dealt with it, said Thord, closing his book-book and thanking him and left.
And his companions also went back and forth.
After a fortnight -
The day was looking great.
Father and son were crossing the lake in a boat.
They were on their way to marry Stolinden.
Hey! This place is dangerous, said Thord, getting up from Finn to straighten his seat.
The frame on which Finn was standing immediately slipped from under his feet - he threw his hands - shouted - and fell into the water! n
Thorde cried - take hold of this rudder, and immediately standing up he threw the rudder towards the fin.
But Finn didn't get the rudder in his hand - he tried hard and he got tired and started stuttering.
Well wait - don't panic - Thorde assures and starts rowing the boat towards him. By then the son took a turn - looked at his father with a tearful look and got upset.
Thord could not believe his eyes. Holding the boat in one place, he gazed at the place - where the fin had just sunk - as if gazing at the place - where the fin had just sunk - as he waited for mine just recently Will come out
At the same place some bubbles arose in the water, some more rose - and then a huge bubble rose and burst!
The surface of the lake again became clean and clear like a mirror.
Three days and three nights! Neither ate anything nor slept at all. At the same place, Thorde kept spinning in the boat around the same place.
The son's body had not yet been found.
By the end of the third night, the corpse came down.
Taking her in his lap, he walked up the hill towards his garden.
About a year later.
That autumn evening.
Some noise was heard outside the room in the hallway - as if the door latch was knocking.
The priest went and opened the door.
Waist bowed - white hair - tall and lean - a man entered the room.
The clergyman looked at him intently for a long time - then he recognized him with dismay. That was Thord.
Have you left home after so long? The priest asked and then remained silent in silence.
Yes, it is too late - saying Thorde sat down on the chair.
The pastor also sat down and as if waited for something.
Time passed and a lot passed - but both of them remained silent.
Eventually Thord broke his silence - I want to give something to the poor - so that my son's name may continue.
Saying this he got up, put some dollars on the table and then sat down. The pastor counted the dollars.
This is too much money, said the pastor.
It's half the price of my garden - I just sold it today.
Then after sitting in silence for a long time, the priest said very politely - then what do you intend to do now?
Some good work!
For a while, both of them sat silent again. Thorda's eyes were bent towards the ground and Pader's eyes towards Thorda's eyes.
Then in a calm and slow voice the priest said - I think now your son has become a boon for you.
Yes! I think so too!
Thord raised his eyelids and said - and two big tears flowed down the dry wrinkled cheeks.