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It was a middle of the 15th century, an ordinary Christian lived his own life and nothing boded trouble. But then happened something that he could not foretell. One day his house has burned down. Small pieces of burnt wood and a lot of ash was all that remained. It seemed like everything burned out, everything disappeared, but the hope was still with the Christian. He wondered around the city for a long time, seeking and hoping for help from people, and it happened. They helped him, they gave him food, shelter, and over time he got used for this life. It became a norm for him. But a year later when he once again was asking for money for bread, someone said to him: “You have legs, arms, and your head. I will not give you any bread, nor water, nothing. It is better to die than living such life.”

The words of this man were hurtful for the Christian, he disappeared for the whole winter, and no one saw him. Some said that he died, but no ... The Christian did not lose faith in himself, he listened to the truthful words of that man. He was painting through all winter. He went to his burned-out house, found good burnt-out pieces of wood, grooved them properly and painted all winter. In spring he appeared on the streets again and started drawing people. With his talent he managed to build a new house, meet his future wife and a few years later have wonderful sons together. Before his death, the man told his sons the story of himself. The story about how everything in your life can burn out at the moment, and you will be left with only ashes.

The story about not losing heart and faith when everyone is against you. He told how in childhood he loved to draw, dreamed of becoming an artist, and he did! In the letter even the types of trees with which his burnt house was built were described. The Christian very carefully depicted the method of renting a tree. The Sons understood what their father wanted to tell them and they adopted the experience and advice of their father. With each generation the secret was passing on from century to century, and sometimes history was repeating itself. But, like the Phoenix bird, the family's business was reborn, he could not die and only was getting better over the generations.