ABSTRACT
In the fields of a big manor house the harvest was in full swing, farmhands and maids worked with bent backs, and an overseer walked among them with a stinging rod in his hand and shouted at them that they should work harder. Just as the young man passed by on the road, a worn-out woman collapsed in the baking sun. But the overseer gave her a kick with his boot, and she got on her feet again. The young man remembered his father's words, called the overseer, and asked him to be lenient as he could see that the workers were sweating drops of blood, and one can not bid a human being to carry more than it can. But the overseer, who was not an evil man, looked at him with regret and explained that he only did what the lord of the manor demanded, and he dared not do anything else, for fear of his livelihood.
