Nasreddin heard about the illness of his miser friend and went to visit him.
- How is his condition? - he asked, entering the patient’s house.
- Very bad. Since yesterday I've been on fire. No matter what we did, we couldn’t get him to sweat.
- I know what needs to be done for this! - Nasreddin shouted and went to the patient.
Noticing a servant at the door, he said:
“Bring me a little of each dish that was prepared today and place it in front of me.” I'll eat here.
Everything was done right away.
“If the patient doesn’t break into a sweat even now,” said Mulla Nasreddin, devouring the food served, “then there will be nothing left to do but invite a gravedigger.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru