The magical powers cast out the shadows
with a fairy tale in the beginning.
And there is the fairy tale in the beginning.
Once upon a time, in a faraway mountain village,
there was a man called Milos the Barber.
A man who was known for his delicious flour.
He was so famous that even the surrounding villages
went to his mill to change their sacks.
Milos was handsome,
tall and always clean.
There was a large pot inside,
which Barber Christos used to make his favorite soups.
Barber Christos was very hardworking,
and every morning he woke up and prepared his soup,
which he would eat after work.
One year,
on Christmas Eve,
it snowed so much that Barber Christos had to sleep in the mill.
He woke up a few hours before dawn,
put the pot on the fire,
filled it with water,
put potatoes,
carrots,
onions,
celery and meat in it,
and let his soup boil.
When it started to boil,
its smell spread throughout the room,
and Barber Christos, stirring his soup,
began to sing in satisfaction.
With a hot soup and a steaming pot,
I will go to wake up early in the morning.
A hot soup,
with a nice smell,
I will go to start my morning work.
With a hot soup and a steaming pot,
I will go to wake up early in the morning.
With a hot soup and a nice smell,
I will go to start my morning work.
As he was stirring his soup and singing,
he began to hear strange noises in the fireplace.
He was alarmed,
because he knew that it was time for the
cockroaches to come out of the depths of the earth.
You know what a cockroach is.
Each of them has a shell,
just like the animals that ride to come to earth.
Some are short,
some are long,
some are monolithic,
some are monopod,
strap-on, strap-on-face,
strap-on-mouth, strap-on-nipples.
Some have mother's nails,
some have cock's nails,
but anyway,
they are all dressed in elegant clothes,
torn,
made of a thousand or two sheep of reason.
These are the clothes they wear on their animals.
So the cockroaches,
who do everything the other way around,
live in the depths of the earth and have
set their goal to cut the tree of the earth,
to see it crumble and laugh.
They eat with shells and seeds.
That's why on Christmas,
when they go up the waterways,
they try to eat as deliciously as possible,
that's why they are called the human.
This was one of the reasons why Barbachristos,
as soon as he heard the sounds from his chimney,
believed that it might be a cockroach.
The other reason was that he had forgotten
to leave out of the apple thorns,
thorns with many holes,
to keep them busy with the counting until dawn.
The noises began to become louder and louder,
until suddenly, with a thud,
a strange creature appeared in front of him,
dirty,
three-legged.
A good cockroach,
ugly and simple,
with a nest and a nest,
a good cockroach,
brown,
three-eyed,
with gurgling eyes,
came to scare me and to make the apple dirty,
came to scare me and to make my soul black.
Barbachristos stood looking at him.
How did the cockroach look at Barbachristos?
As the smell of his apple broke his nose.
Oh,
oh, oh, what a smell!
My nose is broken
and I'm going to see it!
Kalei,
who are you?
I am,
I am,
oh,
what do they call me now,
I am,
I am Milonas,
I am,
Milonas.
Oh, hello,
Milonas,
I am the best,
and what do they call you?
They call me, they call me...
What, what, what do they call you?
They call me myself,
yes, I am myself.
What do they call you?
They call me Barba,
myself,
Milonas,
that's what they call me.
Barba himself, Milonas.
Yes, yes.
Barba himself,
Milonas.
What do they call me?
They call me, they call me...
I'm all wrinkled up,
and my nose is broken,
and that's what you do in here,
you talk so well.
I make a Christmas soup, that's what I do.
Soup?
What soup?
Be careful what you say.
What soup are you making?
Be careful what you say.
Tell me, what soup?
Meat soup.
Meat soup, they call me, meat soup.
I don't think I'll be able to eat it.
No, what can you eat?
It's for me, this meat soup.
I don't make it, let it be.
And you think I'm going to give it to her?
What's she going to do?
This little boy,
my darling, will he come in?
No,
no.
He'll give me a perfect apple pie.
No, you don't have a little boy recipe.
I'll give you a bowl.
No, no, no, you won't give me anything.
I'll eat a meat soup pizza.
No, you won't eat anything.
Please,
stop.
You won't do anything to the little boy.
Stop.
I'll eat it, because it's mine.
No, it's yours.
No,
it's mine, the soup.
I'll put the meat soup in it again.
Stop,
I'm telling you.
No, the meat is mine, the soup is mine.
Barbamilonas,
as he watched the little boy dip his little head in the soup,
and then he would lick it and swallow it on the bowl,
with a tongue bigger than his boy,
was filled with anger,
but he did nothing.
He watched his teeth fall into the soup and he would cough,
but he said nothing.
But when he saw the little boy dip his head in the soup,
and then he would lick it and swallow it on the bowl,
he couldn't stand it.
He got angry.
He felt anger.
Anger was dominating him and he was about to throw up.
Look, his head was about to explode.
Anger is dominating me,
it's all over me,
it's burning,
ah, I'm going to explode.
I've worked so hard and the soup is terrible.
The meat is falling and getting dirty,
my little soup is getting black.
Oh, how sad.
I'll give him a piece of meat soup,
and then I'll eat it again.
He was trying to hold himself together,
but he couldn't.
And finally,
he gave a piece to the boy and...
And...
I'm burning, help me,
brothers.
I'm in trouble, my little boy.
You're in trouble, brothers.
What happened now?
I became a demon.
Come on, just a little bit more.
You're in trouble,
brothers.
No, no, no, you don't have to run.
I'm going to explode.
Come on, don't exaggerate.
I'm burning, ah, I'm going to explode.
I'm in trouble, my little boy.
You're in trouble, brothers.
I'm burning.
The little pumpkin,
burning and in pain,
climbed up to the high window of the apple
tree and started calling his brothers for help.
The little boy heard it and froze with fear.
A little pumpkin managed to get them out.
But if they were all gathered in the apple tree,
he didn't know what would happen.
So he runs out of the apple tree,
unties his hat,
quickly loads it with two bags of flour,
one on the right and one on the left,
climbs up to the high window,
throws a third bag on top of it and hides.
He couldn't be seen.
He gave a hand to the little boy and he took the road to the village.
As soon as the little boy left,
the apple tree was full of pumpkins.
The first leader of all was in front
of the little pumpkin and asked him.
What's going on?
Who called for help?
I called for help, I'm burning, I'm burning.
How did this happen, my child?
I'm burning, I'm burning.
What did you say these were?
What are these things?
And how did you burn like this?
Who burned?
I'll burn myself.
Who else did you call?
You did whatever you wanted.
Who burned you?
The little boy, he burned me.
Did the little boy burn our brothers?
Yes, this is the little boy.
Gather all of you,
gather all of you here.
Make a circle and separate the place.
Find the little boy,
the apple tree and bring him to me.
And bring him to me.
Run, brothers, catch him.
Brothers.
He didn't go far.
I see him down there.
Run, brothers, catch him.
I'll catch him first.
Let's eat his ears.
I'll eat his belly.
Burn our brother, catch him for our good.
Burn our brother,
catch him for our good.
The pumpkins,
after the leader's order,
climbed on their animals and began to climb angry.
They left like monkeys to find the apple tree.
Soon they reached the tree.
Three pumpkins with a rope were on the
tree and began to count the pumpkins.
But they couldn't find the apple tree.
So they called the leader to inform him.
And he immediately ordered them to return to the apple tree.
What can you say?
Run back to the apple tree, useless,
if I wasn't there.
Run back to the apple tree and make him
a leaf and a feather and bring him to me.
The unworthy.
The soldiers immediately rushed to take the climb.
They returned to the apple tree and made him a leaf and a feather.
They searched for him everywhere.
On the window,
in the bathroom,
in the fireplace,
in the fireplace,
even under the cauldron they looked.
The only thing they managed to do was to make the apple tree rotten.
But the apple tree was useless.
He closed the cat and ran away.
The leader was angry and he began to get angry.
He was very angry.
So he ordered the pumpkins to return to the apple tree.
They would continue to hunt him until they
found the one who burned their brother.
Run, brothers, catch him.
He
won't go far.
Run, brothers, catch him.
I won't stay here.
I'll stay here.
Burn our brother.
Catch him for our good.
Burn our brother.
Catch him for our good.
They
began to look for the buckets with the ground flour.
They put their hands in the flour and
pushed it up to empty the buckets.
But they couldn't find the apple tree anywhere.
All night long the pumpkins went around looking for the apple tree.
But the apple tree was nowhere to be found.
The leader was very angry and began to shout at the little pumpkins.
He considered them responsible for not finding the apple tree.
You can't do anything.
You're useless.
I don't believe it.
Find the one who burned your brother and bring him to me now.
Otherwise I don't know what will happen.
The leader was running around the
village a while before he got angry.
And believing that he had escaped,
he threw the bucket with the flour on him
and he put his breath on the pumpkin to get out.
Unfortunately,
the pumpkins saw him and the leader began to shout at him.
There he is.
I see him.
Catch him.
Catch him.
The pumpkins ordered their animals to run.
They held their tails in their hands and pulled them,
sucking the air and tearing them in two.
The animals' galloping became faster and faster.
The pumpkins, excited,
were screaming to scare the apple tree.
And the leader,
frozen by his fear,
he pulled the bucket to go faster,
but he,
so overloaded that he couldn't run,
and then,
terrified,
realized that he couldn't do anything else
but to start shouting at his villagers to help him.
The villagers were afraid that the pumpkins would run away.
They were running around the neighborhood,
crying.
The demons couldn't see the fire.
They will go far away.
They will go far away.
They will go far away.
They will go far away.
And the villagers,
who loved the pumpkin so much,
immediately left their houses,
holding burning candles,
incense and incense sticks to throw the pumpkins away.
And the pumpkins disappeared,
because they couldn't stand the incense,
the incense and the fire.
And then, the pumpkin lived.
And since then, he told his story to everyone.
I was the only one who didn't see him ask him questions.
And I don't know if what I'm telling you is true or fake.
Listen how the smelly fly is buzzing.
Your pizza is so tasty and delicious.
I boil my meat and vegetables.
Carrots, potatoes and vegetables.
Salt and pepper,
I sprinkle gently.
Get ready, in a bit, my stomach will be full.
With a hot soup and a fat one,
I will go to wake up early in the morning.
With a hot soup and a sup perfect for my wonderful breakfast.
With a hot soup and a fat one,
I will go to wake up early in the morning.
With a hot soup and a sup perfect for my wonderful breakfast.