 A Grain as Big as a Hen's Egg, by Leo Tolstoy. Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to learn how to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. One day some children found in a ravine a thing shaped like a grain of corn, with a groove down the middle, but as large as a hen's egg. A traveler passing by saw the thing, brought it from the children for a penny, and taking it to town sold it to the king as a curiosity. The king called together his wise men and told them to find out what the thing was. The wise men pondered and pondered and could not make head or tail of it, till one day, when the thing was lying on a window sill, a hen flew in and pecked at it till she made a hole in it, and every one saw that it was a grain of corn. The wise men went to the king and said, It is a grain of corn. At this the king was much surprised, and he ordered the learned men to find out when and where such a corn had grown. The learned men pondered again and searched in their books, but could find nothing about it. So they returned to the king and said, We can give you no answer. There is nothing about it in our books. You all have to ask the peasants. Perhaps some of them have heard from their fathers when and where grain grew to such a size. So the king gave orders that some very old peasant should be brought before him, and his servants found such a man and brought him to the king. Old and bent, ashy pale and toothless, he just managed with the help of two crutches to totter into the king's presence. The king showed him the grain, but the old man could hardly see it. He took it, however, and felt it with his hands. The king questioned him, saying, Can you tell us, old man, where such grain as this grew? Have you ever bought such corn or sown such in your fields? The old man was so deaf that he could hardly hear what the king said and only understood with great difficulty. No, he answered at last, I never sowed nor reaped any like it in my fields, nor did I ever buy such. When we bought corn, the grains were always as small as they are now. But you might ask my father. He may have heard where such grain grew. So the king sent for the old man's father, and he was found and brought before the king. He came walking with one crutch. The king showed him the grain, and the old peasant, who was still able to see, took a look at it, and the king asked him, Can you tell us, old man, where corn like this used to grow? Have you ever bought any like it or sown any in your fields? Though the old man was rather hard of hearing, he still heard better than the son had done. No, he said, I never sowed nor reaped any grain like this in my field. As to buying, I never bought any, for in my time money was not yet in use. Everyone grew his own corn, and when there was any need we would share with one another. I do not know where corn like this grew. Ours was larger and yielded more flour than present-day grain, but I never sowed any like this. I have, however, heard my father say that in his time the grain grew larger and yielded more flour than ours. You had better ask him. So the king sent for this old man's father, and they found him, too, and brought him before the king. He entered walking easily and without crutches. His eye was clear, his hearing good, and he spoke distinctly. The king showed him the grain, and the old grandfather looked at it and turned it about in his hand. It is long since I have seen such a fine grain, he said, and he bit a piece off and tasted it. It is the very same kind, he added. Tell me, grandfather, said the king, when and where was such corn grown? Have you ever bought any like it, or sown any in your fields? The old man replied, corn like this used to grow everywhere in my time. I lived on corn like this in my young days and fed others on it. It was grain like this that we used to sow and reap and thrash. And the king asked, tell me, grandfather, did you buy it anywhere or did you grow it yourself? The old man smiled. In my time, he answered, no one ever thought of such a sin as buying or selling bread, and we knew nothing of money. Each man had corn enough of his own. Tell me, grandfather, asked the king, where was your field? Where did you grow corn like this? And the grandfather answered, my field was God's earth. Whenever I plowed, there was my field. Land was free. It was a thing no man called his own. Labor was the only thing men called their own. Answer me two more questions, said the king. The first is, why did the earth bear such grain then and has ceased to do now? And the second is, why your grandson walks with two crutches, your son with one, and you yourself with none? Your eyes are bright, your teeth sound, and your speech clear and pleasant to the ear. How have these things come about? And the old man answered, these things are so because men have ceased to live by their own labor and have taken to depending on the labor of others. In the old time men lived according to God's law. They had what was their own and coveted not what others produced. End of A Grain As Big As A Hen's Egg Read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake