The driver Petruchio got married. After the wedding, he brought his young wife into the house and said to her:
- Now you and I, Rosina, will live well! I will work, you will manage. I'm not afraid of work. Even if you order me to drive a horse from dawn to dark, it will do nothing. But once I get home, that’s it! The rest is up to you. I’ll just stop the cart at the gate and shout: “Hey, bring in the horse!” - You hurry up and run out.
- Here's more! - said Rosina. - I’ll start tinkering with the horse.
- How can you not bother with her, because you need to unharness her, feed her, and give her something to drink! So, as soon as I shout: “Hey, bring in the horse!” “Yes, I’m telling you,” Rosina interrupted her husband, “that I won’t touch the horse.” This is not what I was taught at my mother and father’s house.
“Don’t worry,” said Petruchio, “I’ll teach you everything.” You will bring the horse into the yard. . .
- I won’t enter it!
- That is, how can you not enter it if I shouted: “Hey, enter it!..”?
- You scream, but I don’t move.
“Oh, Rosina,” said Petruchio, “don’t make me angry, it’s better to bring in the horse.”
- I won’t enter it! - Rosina shouted.
Then Petruchio also shouted.
- Enter it now!
- I won’t enter it!
- Enter!
- I won’t enter it!
Neighbors came running in response to the noise and began asking the newlyweds:
-What are you doing? What is the dispute about? Petruchio began to explain to the neighbors:
- Yes, my wife doesn’t want to help me. I tell her:
“Bring in the horse,” and she says: “I won’t.”
“Aren’t you ashamed to quarrel over this?” - said old Giuseppe. - Let me bring in your horse. Where do you have it?
“Yes, you see,” Petruchio hesitated, “we don’t have a horse yet.” I'm just about to buy it.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru