Nasreddin was repairing his roof when someone called him from the street. Going downstairs, he asked the man who called him what he needed.
- Money.
- Why didn’t you tell me this right away?
“I was ashamed to ask.”
- Let's go upstairs.
When they reached the roof, Nasreddin began laying tiles again. The man coughed, and then Nasreddin, without looking at him, said:
- I don’t have money for you.
- How?! You could have told me about this downstairs!
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t be able to repay you for dragging me down.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru