In one village, there lived an old farmer. The farmer lives alone and is very poor, his clothes full of patches and his house is made of wooden huts. Winter has arrived, the packs of peasants have no food, nor do they have firewood to warm themselves. That day the pack of farmers was about to go to the market to find work. When he came out of the house, he saw an egg lying on a snowy ground. Carefully picked up the egg and brought it into the house.
The farmer wrapped the egg in a shabby cloth and placed it inside the box to keep it warm. After that he went to the market to work. The farmer makes the egg warm every day until the egg hatches. It turns out that the egg is a seagull's egg. Perhaps her mother dropped her when she was about to move to a warmer place. The farmer took care of the little gull with affection. She always shares every food she gets from working in the market. When you have to leave the seagull alone, the farmer packs it in the box and lights the fireplace to keep the gulls warm.
As the days passed, the little gulls grew bigger. Mr. farmer aware, this seagulls will not always stay with him. With tears in his eyes, the peasant packs released the seagull to go south, to a warm place.
One day, the pack of farmers lay sick from the cold. He has no money to buy medicine, firewood and food. Tok tok tok, heard the sound from the door of the farmer's house. The seagull turned back. In the beak there are plant seeds. The farmer wondered the seagull still remembered it. He let the seagull enter and gave him a drink. Looking at the seeds of the seagulls, the farmer wonders. What is this seed? Can I plant it in the middle of this winter? He asked silently.
Gulls come out of the farmer's house, make a hole in the farmer's yard and plant the seed. When the day before dusk the seagull left the pack of peasants. The next day, a miracle happened. Seeds planted by seagulls grow into trees complete with fruit only in a day. The farmer was very surprised to see it. Being hungry, the peasant pack eats the fruit of the tree. Miraculously, his body becomes strong and he does not feel pain. Because of the magic, the farmer named the tree God Tree, because the fruit can make a pack of peasants become healthy again.
The farmer took good care of the tree. Despite the winter, the tree continues to bear fruit and not become dry. The farmer sold the fruit and earned a lot of money. Now the pack of peasants is no longer cold and hungry. Nevertheless, the peasant pack remains generous, he remembers that what he receives now is the fruit of his sincerity helping fellow beings.