A little boy was tending a herd of oxen. He was wearing only his shirt, and it was all tattered. A man walked past him. He stopped and asked:
- Are these your oxen?
- What you! These are the Khan's oxen!
- And who do you relate to him?
- I'm his farmhand.
- How much does he pay you?
- He doesn't pay me anything. He just feeds me and clothes me.
The passerby grinned.
- If your clothes are so good, then what do you eat? – asked a passerby.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru