Once upon a time, a grandmother and granddaughter lived. My grandmother grew so old that she could no longer work. And the granddaughter was very lazy. Grandmother grew older and weaker every year. Now she has lived until spring and thinks: “We need to drink and eat, people are sowing, and we need to sow something.” And she tells her granddaughter about this.
“No need, grandma,” the granddaughter answered. “You’re already old, you’ll die by the fall, and then, you see, there’ll be a kind person who will take me into his family.” What do we need bread for?
So they didn’t sow anything.
Autumn has come. People are harvesting grain from the fields. The old woman did not die, and no one took in her granddaughter. They began to starve.
One day a neighbor came in, saw that the grandmother and granddaughter had absolutely nothing to eat, and said:
- If only they would come and take some millet from me... The neighbor left. Grandmother says to her granddaughter:
- Go, granddaughter, bring some millet! And the granddaughter answers:
- Is it necessary, grandma? Maybe her millet is bad...
The grandmother and granddaughter starved all winter and almost died. But as soon as spring came, my granddaughter went out into the field to work.
“Why work?” the neighbors laughed at her. “Your grandmother is already old, she won’t live long.” And someone will take you in to raise you. What do you need bread for?
“No, no,” answered the granddaughter. “I understand now.” No wonder the old people say: if you are going on a summer migration, first sow the field.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru