There lived in one village a man named Kutub Khan. He was very rich and, of course, very greedy. And he suffered greatly because his servants ate a lot. He would drive them all out, but how could he do without them? It's good for the poor man - he is his own master. But the rich man is worse off: he, poor fellow, is only the master of his servants, but he himself does not know how to carry out his own orders, and therefore without servants he is like without hands.
One day the rich man fell ill and lost his appetite. When the doctor arrived, the patient asked him a question:
- Tell me, venerable sir, how is it that I haven’t eaten anything for days, but I don’t even want to?
“You have a fever,” the doctor answered, “and that’s why you have no appetite.” You will be healthy and have an appetite.
The miser listened to these words, was upset and at the same time happy, laughed and cried at the same time:
- Oh, how good it is that I’m sick: my wallet will be healthier! Oh, how bad it is that my servants are healthy: my wallet is dying!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru