The Schildburgers cut windows in their town hall and began to work on the internal structure.
First of all, they decided to tidy up the Jester's Chamber, and then take on the Corpsing Chamber and, after all, the Sweating Chamber.
Not much time passed, and the triangular town hall, to the glory of all jesters, was built and illuminated again.
Winter came, the first snow fell, and the mayor blew his famous horn. Hearing him, the Schildburgers hurried in a crowd to the town hall. And it must be said that they have now become so wiser that none of them forgot to grab a piece of wood - they had to heat the stove, and it was no good to burden the treasury with the cost of firewood. But when they gathered in the Jester’s Chamber, they saw: not only was there no stove in the town hall, but even the place for it had not been determined.
The Schildburgers were alarmed again.
“Are we, like long-eared donkeys,” they exclaimed, “never going to establish our town hall?” Where should we put the oven now?
Some advised putting the stove behind the door - there, they say, it wouldn’t bother anyone. Others didn’t like it: after all, the mayor of the city is supposed to sit next to the stove, otherwise he will stick out behind the door! This is a joke for the chickens!
The Schildburgers listened to a lot of different advice. They spent a long time judging and debating, looking at all the suitable places for the stove and couldn’t decide where to put the stove? Finally, an adviser was found and suggested putting the stove outside the window, right on the square. And he immediately explained that if the head wishes to sit near the stove itself, so that his wisdom will never
was freezing, then I prayed to give him a place by the window. Let him look at the stove from there and warm himself.
All the Schildburgers liked this advice, and they clapped their hands with joy. But among them there was one resident for whom everything was always wrong. This “wrong” one got up and spoke:
“You say this, but I don’t say that.” Where, for example, will the heat go, what is supposed to warm our chambers, where are we supposed to sweat and toil? Out on the street! And no matter how much we flood the entire street, we will never be able to flood it. Is this how I say it or not? And in order for the heat from the stove to reach us in our foolish chambers, we need to take a fishing net and attach one end to the stove in the square, and the other to the window. So all the heat will come to us, there is nowhere else for it to go. Is this what I say or not?
“So you say,” the head answers him. - And for your smart advice, great gratitude and honor to you. From now on, second place at the stove is always yours.
So the Schildburgers decided to put a stove on the market square, and from it stretch a fishing net to the town hall - so that the heat from the stove would flow straight into the chambers, and into those where they sweat, and into those where they pore, and into those where they do their buffoonery...
I must admit, I was afraid that they would invite me to their place in order to appoint me to some kind of buffoon position, but when I heard one Schildburger say to another: “Where can he interfere! He didn’t get to ours,” he immediately calmed down.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru