Caucasian parable Loti was riding a donkey from mountain pastures to a village and saw a group of young people feasting at a spring. One of them, noticing Loti, shouted:
- Father, come here to us, drink a glass of wine.
Loti rode up, got off the donkey and sat down next to the feasters.
“Fill the glasses,” said the cupbearer. “We will drink this glass to the health of the donkey that is our guest, for his patient character.” For your patient nature, donkey! For your big eyes and long ears, for your short legs! We wish you strength and endurance! Well, let's have a drink.
Everyone laughs, shouts “hurray,” and emptys their glasses.
“Father, now say a toast,” one of the feasters suggested to the old man with a grin.
- Is it worth it? You young people are off to a good start.
- No, no, it’s your turn! - They exclaimed in unison, laughing.
- What should I say? - Loti said, getting up from his seat. “But since you ask, I won’t refuse.” Eh, donkey, to your health, you are a good donkey. You drive me around every day, but I’m offended by you. It turns out that you have such nice, sweet friends, but you didn’t tell me about it. I thought that these young people were from distant lands.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru