One rich man often boasted: “I’m not a petty person and I can’t stand people who count coppers.” What is a hundred and a hundred and fifty toms for me! I won't even pick them up if I find them on the road. Two hundred fogs is another matter... No! No! I don’t want to see even one less Abbasi. It is not proper for a rich man to be petty! The villagers were tired of the rich man with his boasting, and they decided to teach him a lesson. On the road along which the rich man usually walked, they placed a bundle, where there were two hundred tumans without abbasi, and hid in the bushes. Soon a rich man appeared, saw the bundle, picked it up and began to count the money. - Two hundred tomans without abbasi! - I exclaim excitedly,] the rich man. “Although I promised to take exactly two hundred, the bundle probably costs no less than the abbasi.” The rich man put the money in his bosom and wanted to run away, but the villagers jumped out onto the road, took the bundle and beat the rich man.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru