There lived an old grandfather. He was already a hundred years old. Death learned that such an old man lived. She came to him and said:
- It's time to die, grandfather.
“Let me prepare for death,” says the old man.
“Okay,” Death agreed. - How many days do you need?
“Three days,” answered grandfather.
Death became curious: what would the old man do, how would he prepare for death?
The first day has arrived. Grandfather went out into the garden, dug a hole and planted a tree.
“What will he do on the second day?” - thinks Death.
The second day has arrived. Grandfather went out into the garden, dug another hole, planted another tree.
“What will he do on the third day?” - Death thinks impatiently.
The third day has arrived. Grandfather went out into the garden, dug another hole and planted another tree.
—Who are you planting trees for? - asks Death. - After all, you will die tomorrow.
“For people,” answered the grandfather.
And Death retreated from the old man, ran away from him far, far away.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru