Two fools met once at a crossroads. On the first people in his village had driven him, that too was extremely bad and made them laugh village. The other ascended in a cart in the longer squeezed ninety-nine fools. The wagon had broken the brunt dumb and stupid stupidity scattered unpacking filling the world up to this day ...
- Good's weather, man of mind, thus said the first stupid
seeing that meets one who, though burning sun, wear two hats and three coats.
- Thank your, sensible man, he replied the second, noticing
that greet the traveler what he had on his head wearing a seat bottom broke.
Hearing each other's words, they recognized that they had
met two men fools of hope and determined to follow the path together, and if
together they walked a little way, made them thirsty.
- Good would be now, some water, 'said the chief.
- Of course! Good Tare nodded second. Hi all ...
And as luck would have it, he came across two wells located
immediately, who knows why, side by side.
- See? I have to drink from it, fool said two hats and three
coats, stopping by one of the fountains.
- Will not be having another over water better? He asked
fool sensible.
Fool good thought about that. He looked doubtfully wells and
smashing his forehead, said:
- You know you're right? Well, then in that drink?
- He-he, he laughed at sensible, did I learn it. I said that
the second has better water? Look, we drink from second!
But the bad good, two hats and three coats, as if dropped
even more thinking.
- Right, it seems easy to say, 'he said after a while, but
if all the water from the first well is better?
Fool sensible yawned when a big mouth, big and not closed
until after crying
- Alas! So what to do?
- Even if you are good and winter-summer walk two and three
coats hats, everything I did not know what to say, speak badly tangled second.
What to do?
And both thirst dries, sat to meditate. Sighed and reasoned.
Ponder and pulled sideways when the fountain when to another, unable to decide
from which to drink.
- My brother, you hear? ... I'm dying of thirst! bad
plaintive voice suddenly burst out good.
- But down it! echoed held his seat at the head. I'm afraid
I died for good ... But how to drink it, as fools! Not ashamed?
- Right! Right. Like fools can not drink, said second bad,
burst into sobs.
- Do not cry, tear my heart that, when the former said,
weeping with tears as the grape. What a pity that we are not stupid, dumb
despairing cry quietly. I drink and we like fools, and ready ...
- But they dug slay the day, you wonder what villains, two
wells right here. Why two? One did not arrive?
Fool obediently collapsed the walls of the other wells and
caught a roar as he held powers:
- Help! Skip, people! ... We die of thirst! But as they were
away from the village no one heard
Fool then he took his leave of life and rested his head and
closed his eyes in the dust. When there, nose and stop in a stagnant body of
water, bucket race of who knows whom.
- Miracle! relieved and thought, sipping slowly, not to feel
his companion, drank all the water that green and full of all kinds of insects.
But, to see randomly made and the bad so sensible that he
found the fountain of an eye sun tepid water.
- Come on, brother, let's go quietly utter fool refreshed.
Give them wells forth sinful!
- You're right, brother, he replied as bad refreshed
sensible. Let them damn fountains ...
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