The father-in-law asked his son-in-law: “Son-in-law Jan, how are you feeling?” “All week,” the son-in-law answered, “my wife and I live like a snake with a vishap, for three days we live like a dog and a cat, and on Sunday we live like a bridge woven from hair: if I walk across it, it’s woe; if I don’t cross it, it’s also woe.” The father-in-law shook his head and said: “I believe you, son-in-law, my daughter is the spitting image of her mother.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru