Atyha

  There was at a time a Sekler man who 

had three sons. All three were old enough 

to get married and form a family, so one 

day their father called them: 

  Well my sons, come with me to the 

limit, I want to divide my poverty 

between you. 

  So they did, and went to the limit where 

on the first day the father measured one 

part of his poverty, gave to his oldest son, 

and told him: 

  Son, this part of my poverty is yours 

now! 

  The oldest son, then built up a whole 

village which he named "Etéd". 

  On the second day, they went further on, 

and measured a same sized part of his 

poverty for his younger son, but after they 

                        - 1 -

finished with the measuring he said to his 

son: 

  I will also have to talk to you about 

this! 

  This younger son of his also built up a 

village on this place, and named it 

"Szolokma". 

  But while the father was thinking about 

measuring the land for the younger son, 

the youngest couldn't wait longer, 'till his 

turn is coming, and kept bugging his 

father: 

  Give me that! - No, that's impossible, 

I live there, that's "Énlaka". 

  But father, give me some, too! - kept 

telling the youngest son to his father. 

  The father finally measured the third 

part, and the youngest son ended up also 

with a village, and named it "Atyha".

                          - 2 -