“Daughter of Sakan, the hour of my death is near,” Anes said to his wife. - Call your sons, let them come and listen to my last wishes.
The wife called her sons. “Son,” Anes turned to his eldest son, “get into your business, you have a lot of expenses, don’t build a house this year yet.” “No,” the wife intervened, “no matter what, the house must be built this year.” “And you,” Anes turned to his middle son, “get married only when you get an education.” “No and no,” the wife chopped like a saber, “next month I will marry him.” “Daughter of Sakan,” said Anes, “if it is not me who is dying, but you, then speak for me, I will remain silent.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru