Once upon a time, in ancient times, a boat sailed down the Volga. In one place she landed on the shore. There were seven different denominations of coins in the boat: a kopeck, a seven-ruble coin, a nickel, a ten-kopeck piece, a two-kopeck coin, a fifty-kopeck piece and a ruble coin. They traveled around the world and looked for new places for themselves. The boat landed on the right steep bank. A large Chuvash village could be seen on the mountain. Tselkovy, as the eldest, ordered fifty dollars:
- Go up the mountain, to the village, and find out what kind of people live there and whether they have money.
Although the fifty-kopeck coin was subordinate to the ruble coin, he also considered himself senior over the rest of the coins and sent the two-kopeck coin to the village. He, in turn, entrusted the matter to the kopeck, the kopeck to the nickel, the nickel to the seventh man, the seventh man to the kopeck. Kopechka had no one to order, she had to go herself. She rolled towards the village, and soon disappeared from view.
They wait and wait for a penny, but there is none. The ruble again tells the fifty-kopeck man to go to the village and see what kind of people live there and whether they have money. The fifty-kopeck man again sends a two-kopeck piece in his place, the other one sends a ten-kopeck piece, the ten-kopeck piece sends a nickel, the nickel sends a seven-kopeck piece. Semishnik remained the junior, there was no one to delegate the work to, so he had to go himself. It rolled towards the village and disappeared from view.
They wait and wait for the rest of the money - there is not a penny, not a seven-year-old. The ruble again takes fifty kopecks by the side, the one takes two kopecks, the two-kopeck one takes a kopeck, the kopeck takes a nickel. Pyatak has no one to send, he went off on his own.
They wait and wait - not even a penny disappears into the water. A ruble sends a fifty-kopeck piece, a fifty-kopeck piece sends a two-kopeck piece, a two-kopeck piece sends a ten-kopeck piece.
One after another, the ten-kopeck piece, the two-kopeck piece, and the fifty-kopeck piece rolled into the village. They rolled away and there was no word from them either. Tselkovy was left alone. There is no one to send anymore. He waited a little longer and thought:
- What is it, where did they all go? Apparently, you’ll have to climb that mountain yourself and find out everything.
And although he was naturally important and lazy, he walked along the same road along which the rest of the coins disappeared.
A ruble came to the village and saw a huge bazaar making noise in the middle of the village. I took a closer look - there was a kopeck with a seven-year-old, a nickel with a ten-kopeck piece, and a two-kopeck piece with a fifty-kopeck piece, scurrying back and forth, rolling around among people, changing places several times in just a minute. Yes, it’s so much fun, with different jokes and jokes, that it’s a pleasure to watch.
The bazaar was also to the liking of the ruble. He also decided to stay here forever.
True, the ruble, unlike the nimble little thing, still did not twirl and fuss among people, but rather lay quietly in the pockets of rich people. This order has long been maintained: big money lies in the pocket of one owner, and small money, working instead of large ones, constantly passes from hand to hand, from pocket to pocket.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru