One day Molla collected some brushwood, loaded it on a donkey and went home, driving the donkey.
On the way, the idea occurred to him to check if the brushwood was dry. He lit the wick, brought it to the brushwood, and as luck would have it, it flared up like a torch. The donkey, in fright, gave such a start that Molla could not catch up with him. Molla, tired of the chase, shouted after the donkey:
- If you have a bit of intelligence, run to the river!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru