In a country there was a good king.
He had everything but no children.
As he got older, his grief increased, so…
One day, a wise pir-i mortal, after learning about the sultan's troubles, said, "It is easy".
"Now you have a garden built with roses, flowers, ponds and more."
The Sultan had a legendary garden built.
But let's face it, there are no children, no good news… This time he gets very confused and starts messing around the garden… He crushes, crushes, scatters.
By pleading and pleading, she barely managed to stop him.
In any case, his wife had not left the garden since the day it was built.
He spoke to the trees.
An old apple tree, unable to withstand these conditions, said:
"Take my sprouts, plant.
One day he will give you an apple.
Eat half to the sultan and half to the sultan."
I said.
The woman planted the sprout, became a sapling, became a tree.
Gave an apple, seven years passed.
An apple is an apple;
take one side, one side is white.
Does the lady stop?
Taken apple, split apple.
He ate half of it himself and fed the other half to the sultan.
Nine months and ten days passed, they had a son like Nur's ball.
The square was set up, the drums were played... The games lasted forty days and forty nights.
Three apples fell from the sky...
Whoever has a wish for him
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