A certain prince spent many years in foreign lands and had no news from home.
So he returns to his native place, and a servant meets him.
“How are things at home, Isako?” asks the prince.
“Everything is fine, baton, everything is fine, only your dog died.”
- How you upset me, Isako! Why did he die?
- I don’t know, bud! That's right, I ate a lot of meat.
- Why did you give him a lot of meat?
- Nobody gave it. How your favorite horse died, the poor dog ate to his fill. - What are you saying, Isako! Why did my horse die?
- They rode after the doctor on it - poor Vardiko was dying. They were in a great hurry, driving at full speed. It was in vain that they drove the horse, but they still didn’t save your daughter.
- Maybe you’re drunk, Isako, what are you talking about? Why did my daughter die?
“She died of grief when her mother, our lady, burned down.”
- What kind of nonsense are you talking about? How could the lady burn?
“It’s not just her, your whole estate burned down—the house and all the outbuildings.”
- Woe is me, woe! - the prince screamed and began beating himself on the head.
- Don't worry, buddy. You’re lucky that you weren’t there, otherwise you would certainly have killed yourself!” the servant consoled his master.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru