An artist went to a beautiful part of the country for a holiday, and stayed with a farmer. Every day h1with his paints and his brushes and2from morning to evening, and when it3dark, he went back to the farm and had a good4before he went to bed.
At the end of his holiday he wanted to5the farmer, but the farmer said, "No, I do not want money, but6me one of your pictures. Because in a week the money will all be used up, but your painting will still be here. "
The artist was very7and thanked the farmer for8such kind things about his paintings.
The farmer smiled and answered, "It's not that. I have a son in London. He wants to9an artist. When he comes here next month, I will10him your picture, and then he will not want to be an artist any more, I think. "
