Once upon a time there lived a man named Salyar, who always knew what to do and what not to do. He was so learned that he became Moof's personal assistant. TT Zafrani, a famous judge. However, Salar did not know everything, and even in what he knew, he did not always act in accordance with his knowledge.
One day, when he put aside a glass of sweet juice, a small sparkling golden fly landed on the edge of the glass and took a sip.
This happened day after day. The fly grew larger, and Salyar was able to see it. A few weeks later, when Salar was studying a complicated judicial problem, he looked up thoughtfully and saw that the fly was much larger than it should be. He waved his hand. The fly rose into the air and flew away. When Salyar's vigilance weakened, she went downstairs, sat on the edge of the glass and again took a large sip.
Days passed by, the fly grew larger and drank more and more. She began to look different. Salar needed a stick to drive her away. At times he began to see the fly as something similar to a person. Of course, it was a gin, and not a fly or a person at all
One day Salar shouted at a fly, and, oh horror, she answered him:
“I don’t take that much of your drink, and besides, I’m beautiful, aren’t I?”
Salar was frightened and embarrassed. Over time, he even began to derive some pleasure from the fly's visits. He watched the fly dance and thought about it almost continuously. He worked less and less, and felt weaker and weaker. Salar started having troubles with the mufti, so he decided to finish off the fly and gave it a terrifying blow with a stick. She flew away, saying:
“You hurt me because I wanted to be your friend.” Goodbye.
Salar was delighted, saying to himself: “I beat her, which means I am stronger, whether she is a person, a genie or a fly.”
But the fly appeared again. Huge, it descended from the ceiling like a sparkling lake in the shape of a man. Two giant hands reached out and grabbed Salyar by the throat.
When the Mufti arrived looking for his assistant, he was lying strangled on the floor. The side wall of the house was broken in the place where the genie passed through. And the imprint of his palm remained on the whitewash, as huge as the side of an elephant.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru