Manors, manors and manors

The grandson, who had grown up far from his hometown, had only remembered the grave of Mustafa Aga.

- Shall we go there to the Tomb of Mustafa Aga, grandfather?!

The old grandfather was a little surprised. It was as if he had experienced some joy that the grandson remembered some toponyms from the village of Zeze. He didn't even suspect why the grandson took Mustafa Aga's grave in his mouth?!

- Hey!

Grandpa roared hoarsely. Perhaps, my grandson will now ask me about the origin of the toponym - Mustafa Aga's grave, the old man was thinking.

- Grandpa! Why is this place called the Tomb of Mustafa aga? - the grandson asked him!

- Did you get it, son?! How many people have been killed for this land?! Look there to the South! A few more steps and we will sit at the only oak in front of us. Near the oak is the Tomb of Mustafa Aga. When our soldiers, the Seljuk Ordhia, the first of this Mustafa, had the title of aga for the service he had done to the Pasha. The tribe had organized strong resistance. More than twenty villagers had prevented the penetration of the foreign order for several days. The story about a certain Dredha, who had shown the way to the horde, to go behind the backs of the villagers, is old. This Dredha, whom they say is the ancestor of Mustafa Aga, led the order and they then killed or captured, one by one, all twenty mountain villagers.

It seems old that I explained a little about the origin of this grave, but history is taught not to repeat mistakes and not to forgive traitors, whoever they are. This topic is heavy and you definitely have to learn the meaning of the words; manor, manor, manor and manor. ! Biro! The king had found servants in these parts. He had found what he wanted! He had found out what's wrong with him!

Then, the grandson and grandfather together, were sitting under the shade of the oak tree, next to the tombstone of Mustafa Aga.

- You see nephew! This is the grave of the aga. This is also the grave of the traitor who showed the way to the Seljuk order to go behind the backs of the mountaineers, to kill them one by one and take them alive. Then, that Pasha who printed the order, had taken Dredha with him to Edrene. He had also sent it to the Padishah. His majesty had rewarded him without fail, giving him the land of ten villages. The elders told; when that Dredha had returned to the village, he had not even realized what a gift he had received from the Sultan. In time, the Tyrzhymen had interpreted the meaning of the king's order. The story about the reward that the king had given Dredha has lived on even after five centuries.

- O nephew! This grandfather of yours, later understood why Mustafa Aga was buried here. Even our elders had not told us anything about who that Mustafa was and where he came from to that land, where Zeza's uncles grazed their cattle.

Until then, none of the uncles had had the opportunity to occupy a single palm of lawn without the consent of the entire village.

You got it! The elders could not even agree on an oak tree, let alone all these surrounding hills, pastures and mountains. Two black women could not agree, let alone the whole village. This was the land of all and no one.

- From this small oak tree near the Tomb of Mustafa Aga and below, it was completely covered with old oak trees. The Zijosh people still call her Haxhizabel. The weather has cut down all the oaks. Even for the last oak they say that Buçi and Tuçi were killed, as they could not split it with a saw. When there were no oaks left, they pulled out the stumps of the oaks with all their roots. This whole field was left fallow, for cattle to graze. After cutting the mountain for years, they had reached Mirusha.

- You see nephew! How much grass is there today?! There were dry years and not a single blade of grass grew, except for the shavar down there, where they still call it Pusi i Madh. That well was almost like a small lake. No one dared to dive into it. On the upper side of the well, there were many springs, the water flows one after the other since when they joined the Great Well, it was formed in a large wade that did not exhaust either winter or summer. Zeza and Shpati have had hundreds of coins at every step.

The water is gone, my son! Gone and never came back! For several years, people believed that the resources will return, but in vain. Then the uncles began to leave Zeza one by one. After the uncles, the Shaptians also fled.

Then they kept a few sheep and more goats. The goats did not leave wood on the ground without damaging the roots. When there was no wood left, the goats pulled up the grass as well.

– How much has the conqueror changed until today?! The conqueror rewarded the local maids. In addition to the eight nearby villages, the king also forgave Dredha the villages of Zeze and Shurrepela, far from the village where Dredha's descendants lived.

More nephews! Nor could the king himself imagine what Dredha was doing to the villagers of Zeza and Shurrepela? Where could a peasant complain to Padishahu, when he never had the chance to see him.

About the manors, the manors and the manors, the story about Hysi, who had been a manor in the property of Dredha, the ancestors of this Mustafa Aga who died here, proves it.

- On that day, Agai had come with pajto and salarymen to draw the hill of Peshkanice, which lies beyond his properties, ten kilometers away. Agai had his eye on this land, which he wanted to make tapi. He died here that day. With his own words, he bequeathed to be buried here where he died, with the intention that the grave would also be a testimony to where his manor extended.

Then these lands were occupied by Serbia. Even the Serbian kingdom had allocated some land or some rank to its servants. Then, he brought thousands of settlers to the lands of his uncles. The carpets of the feudal lords, bejlers and agallars were owned by the Serbian kingdom. The Zijos had never agreed to share so much land they had, while the kingdom was forgiving the Serbian settlers.

- You nephews remember that Serbian teacher who taught them the Serbian language, that Laza. To him, the agrarian of the region had given him fifty hectares of land in one braza. And not only the arable land, but also fifty hectares of good mountain, there in Mirusha.

After many years, even the kingdom was gone. Many settlers also left.

When the partisan came, he established his power. With the first legal step, he nationalized every inch of land that was without a title holder. The king's lands were devalued by the king, while the partisans nationalized all the land that was without a title holder. Those lawns and mountains that the uncles could not divide between them, the cooperative took. The villagers could no longer keep even two sheep. Those who had stables in the mountains had to pay a tax to graze the sheep.

Keeping goats prohibited by law.

If the authorities found a goat in the peasant's house, they would punish him as if he had sheltered some rascal or comity in his house.

A certain Hysi had been the son of Mustafa Aga, newly married and had a son. He could say he was alive, and nothing more. Being barbarians on the land of the manor, he could not even dream of having a palm of land, as he said, to take root somewhere.

The wife read her husband's worries every time they returned from the fields of the manor.

- When are we going to leave and where are we going, man, his wife told him. Cattle are dying of hunger every day. It would be good to prune the branches of these few oaks that still have a few leaves left at the top. If we save the goats, can we also save the children?!

- In order to prune the oaks, we must ask the lord of the oaks, Hysi had told her friend! If I explained how the work of the oaks is, you will hardly understand me, but you should know that the villain has control over the land and the oaks.

Khysit only got his heart pounding listening to his friend. When he thought he was a couple. all hopes for life in the village where he was born were extinguished.

- I don't know what it can spawn. After all, that Villain can drive us out of this earth, and then we can only seek refuge in heaven.

Hys's wife was very sad when she heard the word of expulsion from the manor.

- The woman! Such is the fate of a nobleman. The land is the manor's, so the oaks are also his. And let the woman know that all these fields, lawns and mountains you see belong to the villain whom the king forgave for the service he has done for him for many years. Maybe it never occurred to you, why are we sociable? Since we have no land, no fields, no meadows of our own. we don't even have roots like the oak. Every plant has roots and with them it is fed by the earth, by the soil, while we are neither oaks nor plants. Since we have no roots, we can easily wither like a plant. Every plant has roots and those roots grow in the ground, while for us, the ground belongs to the Manor, whom the king forgave with a word of mouth.

- "The entire land of the village of Zeze belongs to Dredha"! - said the uncles. To take root, we must have soil. This is the work of this earth where we live. We have no roots in living people, so this Villain can throw us out of here at will. He can kick us out just because I pruned the oaks without asking him!

– We got married here in the hut that I built in the manor of Zuzari and he accepted us in silence. God knows what he might have been thinking that day. I worked in his fields and you took care of his cattle. We took from our work just enough to keep the spirit alive. I'm thinking that this Villain is just waiting for the opportunity to follow us from here. I've seen his face break every time he sees me working on his manor. I think it all broke down when you gave birth to your son. Guess if you give birth to another child, I don't think he'll let us spend one more night in this hut we've built on his manor.

- There is a door to the world, man! There's a door! Even if the apocalypse happens, he drives us out of here, we will run away from Zeza. Even if we go where the iron fly is bought, we are not bored anymore!

- Since we are the servants of this Villain, will the Sultan take our soldier son?

- Take it, oh woman! Take it! He doesn't take the manor's son because he pays a dummy, but he takes our son. The squire has money to pay someone else to send him as a soldier instead of his son.

- Descendants of Dredha had once driven a certain Murron, a nobleman, to their land. He had driven the couple away in the dead of night. It was almost Murro's fault because one day it had rained heavily, and the ravine had carried away all the grass that had been mowed the day before. We've done it here for many years and I still haven't figured out how this fiefdom Villain could have become? His manor extends beyond Zeza. Half of the mountain of Gurishta is his. All those who live there are without roots in the manor of Dredha. This Villain can follow them whenever he wants.

He entered, after he had pruned the oaks, he was waiting for what the manor would say.

He wondered why the Villain was almost a week late. The villain appeared only on the sixth day, in the evening. As soon as he had realized that Hysi had pruned the oak trees for oak, without asking him at all, he had decided to remove him from his manor.

- We'd better leave tonight! - said his wife to Hysi.

- It's late! We also have five goats and the little boy. All that we have in the hut is occupied by the duke. Tomorrow we leave after lunch.

The next day, without warning, someone knocked on the door of Hysi's hut.

- You haven't left yet, have you? I will call zapti and you will see! Run away before I get rid of you!

Hysi and his wife had prepared the dukes with the few spoils they had. The boy wrapped in blankets was taken by his wife, while Hysi apparently took them.

- Kic, kic, kic, the goats were going after them, without any goal. The legs were walking towards the eyes. They were heading towards the mountains. without a destination where they could find a place to take root.

Hysi knew well that also in other villages, the shepherds are in this condition. Nor was he thinking of seeking refuge in a nearby village.

- I know how Murro suffered in the village of Shurrëpele, I know! We will flee there beyond those mountains where the snow is not removed even in the height of summer. With his wife and son, with five goats and horses. Let me go wherever I go. Life without roots can not do. I don't leave anyone behind! You don't leave the ground! All the land belonged to the manor. The whole mountain was his. I had no roots like an oak tree. Not even the hut had roots there. Those who have no land cannot put down roots in the land of Dredha aga.

Dredha's manor spread over ten villages, while for Hys there was not even a place for a grave on the land where he was born. He could not explain this to himself.

Traveling towards the mountain, Hysi remained desolate, without a living thing. The goats died on the way. The poor man thought that a god knows the limit of the manor of the manor.

Maybe this mountain is also his? If it's his, it's gone. Maybe his property has boundaries somewhere? Night fell on top of the mountain. A cold wind was blowing.

- We can't spend the night here, said her friend's half voice. We will walk further until we find a bed.

- They wanted to live. They wanted to stay alive and have children!

Crushed by the road, they had slept on the edge of a ditch. The first rays of the sun had banished the fever of the night. Hysi could not distinguish any beaten path, where people must have passed.

I believe that the Villain does not come after us even beyond this cave. We will walk three more inns without a track. He was looking for somewhere to plant himself somewhere he could put down roots, beyond the manor of the King's manor.