One day two poor friends lay down on the soft grass in a field and started talking about this and that. It got dark, the sky was thickly strewn with stars. One of the poor people looked around the field and said:
- Oh, if this field were mine, I would breed donkeys!
“And I would like as many sheep as there are stars in the sky!” - another daydreamed.
“Where are you going to herd such a darkness of sheep?” On my field, perhaps? “Are you going to leave my donkeys without grass?” asked the first one.
“It turns out that your donkeys need to graze, but my sheep don’t?!” the second one was offended.
“I won’t let you graze sheep in my field!” - the first one shouted.
“If you don’t allow it, I’ll forcefully drive you and your donkeys away!”
Word by word, a dispute broke out. They used their fists and beat each other mercilessly.
A man walks by and asks:
- Why are you fighting? What didn't you share? Friends told me what they were arguing about.
“You have more than enough intelligence!” the traveler laughed. “They rubbed each other’s sides for no reason.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru