It was pouring rain. Aga Akil - the biggest prude in the city - ran in the rain, looking for shelter.
- How dare you run away from divine generosity, from heavenly moisture? - Nasreddin thundered at him. “If you are a pious person, you should know that rain is a blessing for all living things.”
Aga was worried about his reputation.
“I didn’t think about that,” he mumbled and slowed down.
He came home soaked to the skin. And of course I caught a cold.
Soon after this, sitting by the window, wrapped in a blanket, he noticed Nasreddin hurrying to take cover from the rain and called out to him:
- Why are you running away from divine blessing, Nasreddin? How dare you reject the goodness that rain contains?
“Ah,” said Nasreddin, “as if you don’t understand that I don’t want to desecrate it with my feet.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru