Kazakh parable One akyn (poet) lay dying. All property matters had long been resolved, the inheritance was bequeathed, all kinds of instructions were given to household members, forgiveness was asked from people, prayers were read. All that remained was to wait for death. But death did not come.
And the sons, once again leaning towards their father, asked:
- Is there anything else you want to say, father?
“Don’t keep a guest on the threshold, don’t disgrace me after death,” said the poet and gave his soul to God.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru