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The widow and the devil

There once was a man, he had a wife, a beautiful, strong, they love each other and live in harmony and accord. Neither more nor less time passed, her husband died. Buried his poor widow and began to think, cry, grieve. Three days, three nights besperech drenched with tears, and on the fourth day, at midnight, the devil comes to her in the form of her husband. She rejoiced, threw her arms around him and said:

- How did you come?

- Yes, I hear - he says - that you, poor, crying bitterly for me, I'm sorry you died, asked to go and come.

He lay with her to bed and in the morning, but the roosters crow, as the smoke disappeared. Devil walks to her and another month, she gave about that no man and she is increasingly more so dry, like a candle flame to melt!

At one time, comes to a widow-old mother, was asked her

- Why are you, my daughter, so thin?

- Of joy, mother!

- From what joy?

- To me late husband at night walks.

- Oh, you fool! What a husband - is unclean!

The daughter does not believe.

- Well, listen, I'll tell you how it will come to your house and sit down, you drop it on purpose spoon, how become a raise - look him up.

LISTEN widow mother, the first night he came to her unclean, dropped under the table spoon, crawled to get, he looked at his feet - and saw that he was with a tail. The next day ran to her mother.

- Well, my daughter? True mine?

- But, my dear, What do I do, unhappy?

- Let's go to the priest.

Come on, tell it like it was, began to pop widow berating three weeks chastised - hardly leave her evil demon!