A lamb bleated in Todor’s pen, When the lamb bleated, his whole flock started to bleat. Todor said to the lamb: “My dear horned lamb,
why do you bleat so sadly, that you caused my whole flock to bleat?” “Is it because I haven’t given you enough grass, or because you don’t have enough water?” The lamb asked sadly: “My dear brother Todor, where is my mother?” Todor spoke to the lamb: “My dear horned lamb, early on Sunday morning came three merchants. They offered me a handful of gold and I sold Rogusha to them…” Lamb spoke with sadness: “Do you remember, my brother Todor,
When the Tundzha river flooded, When a chain of bridges tumbled down,
and your flock remained on the other side of the river? You were walking along the banks, crying sorrowfully. My mother Rogusha, she led your flock to the other side…. Do you remember what you promised?
What were the words you said? That you will cover her horns in gold and her hooves in silver… Why did you sell her to those vile butchers? Todor became saddened, sorrowful… He began to play his flute… and while he was playing the flute, tears flowed down his face…