In one village there lived a man. He lied so much, no one could lie to him. And one friend says to him:
- Do you know that in another village there is such a liar that he lies better than you!
- Come on! Nobody knows how to lie better than me.
- Try it, go to him
The liar thought: “What kind of person is this that outdid me?”
He went to that village. He comes, sees a child sitting. The liar asks him:
-Who are you?
He answers:
- I am the son of so-and-so.
And he calls the name of the liar from that village. Our liar asks:
-Where is your father? When will he come?
“And my father,” the boy answers, “went to heaven. They told him that the sky was torn, and he went to darn it.”
The liar was surprised: “If his son is lying like that, such a small child, then what will his father say? This is probably a really great liar,” and he ran away from that village.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru