One man, to his great joy, had a son. And he decided to buy a cradle for the baby. He went to the carpenter, gave him a rial and said:
- Make a cradle for my son. The carpenter replied: “Okay, come next Friday and take it.” It was on Thursday, which means the customer had to show up in eight days. On Friday he came to the master: “Give me the cradle.” “It’s not ready yet,” he answered.
So the carpenter delayed and delayed until the child began to walk, then grew up, then got married, and had a son. The young father said to the old man: “I want to buy a cradle for my son.” “Go to such and such a carpenter,” he answered, “it’s already been twenty years since I ordered him a cradle.” Get it.
The son went to the carpenter: “Give me the cradle that my father ordered for you and for which you received a rial.” “Take your rial,” the carpenter answered, “I don’t want to rush with this matter.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru