“We,” said Tyndale, “are brothers with you, let’s hire ourselves to the same master and be always together!”
“Come on,” answered Pekale.
And they hired themselves to the priest. It was summer, and the priest sent Tyndale to the threshing floor, and Pekale ordered the cow to graze.
The priest's cow was restless and timid - God forbid, how timid! He will start nibbling the grass and then suddenly he will rush and rush, damn it, to the seventh boundary. Unhappy Pekala had to run after her all day. By evening the poor fellow was completely off his feet.
But it was no easier for Tyndale to thresh: all day long, without a break, he drove his horses in a circle. And the priest, you know, is driving him on, so much so that Tyndale’s eyes began to spin in circles. In the evening, at dinner, they met.
- Well, Tyndale, how did you work on the threshing floor? - asked Pekale.
- Eh, what a job there! Between you and me, this guy is doing nothing on the farm
doesn't understand! So I had to sit with my hands folded all day. I'm surprised how
Still, I managed to walk in a circle with the horse once or twice. In a word, threshing is nothing but idleness; You can’t work off grub like that.
- And with a cow, brother, it’s even worse! - said Pekale. - At least take a pillow from home and sleep from morning to evening: the cow is grazing, and you have nothing to do!
- Is it true?
- Exactly!
“Pekale, then let’s do this: I’ll go graze the cow, and you’ll stay on the threshing floor.” Does it matter where you sleep?
- Okay, Tyndale!
So I did. The next day, Pekale almost went crazy, running in circles after the horses, and Tyndale almost gave his soul to God, chasing a cow.
“What a goose Pekale is!” - Tyndale thought to himself.
“No, this Tyndale is impossible!” - Pekale said to himself.
And in the evening, when they saw each other, they almost burst out laughing. Then
thought and quit working for the priest.
Like, it’s easy, it’s easy, just let the priest do it himself.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru