It really was a long time ago, when the famous prankster Rafter held in awe the entire Connacht - took an outstanding female mind, to get around the unbreakable law of hospitality. The woman managed without a single reproach and with impunity to put out of his house so extraordinary musician, who combined to ensure the confidence and independence of mind of a true poet.
Like many of his predecessors, poets, rafters often abused their privileges, too, even and especially when flirted with his second lover - bottle.
One day, he stopped for the night in a hut in a poor widow. And so it is not unbent back and his heart bursting in caring for the whole heap of hungry children, and here the musician lives currently thirteen weeks! And drag him everything, and to please. Everything in the house to wait on him. Finally it became clear that this great man did not intend to get out of the house, until he will take out from there to the hearse.
The neighbors, who thought they were smarter than the widow, advised her to break the old tradition and throw the old man out. But she only shook her head in response to such a disgraceful proposal and continued to patiently endure all the hardships.
It lasted until the haymaking when the mowers in the meadows are waiting for reinforcements from their mistresses. Among the thousands of household chores woman should still manage to prepare them svyasla - stacks of knit. And for this purpose in the corner of the kitchen they leave an armful of straw - twist of her rope.
The widow called for help rafters - so far it has not even asked for a finger strike - and told him to take vereteshko and twist. She submits to it little by little bundles of straw, and he vёt rope.
But you know that when vёsh rope, then step by step pyatishsya back from the straw, and that runs through his fingers. The rope becomes longer, and you retreat farther and farther.
So rafters and backed - rope stretched, and he backed away - first from the source, who was a widow, giving him the straw, and then out the door, into the fresh air, in a divine world from which he had thirteen blissful weeks was voluntary exile . .
And then he heard shut and snapped the door through which he had just come out himself, no one has shown the door, did not put and not expelled.
Here is how the female mind could not miss work around seventy times seven sacred law of Irish hospitality and put the door of the great rafters.
The old saying: When you want to give the pants, not cut buttons.