A neighbor knocked on the jeweler's house.
- Get out! “Lend me your scales until the morning,” the old man asked him.
- Hello, most respected! What should I answer you? I don't have a sieve.
“I’m not asking for a sieve, dear Vali.” Give me the scales,” the neighbor politely repeated.
“Yes, and I don’t have a broom,” answered the jeweler.
-Are you laughing at me, or what? - the old man got angry. “I don’t need a broom or a sieve.” I only ask you for scales!
- Calm down, neighbor. I know that you are old and will not be able to weigh your golden sand without scattering it. So, you’ll come back this evening for the broom again. And then you will need a sieve - you will sweep up the gold along with the earth. If I see the beginning of a thing, then I foresee its end. Father, go to neighbor Ali. He's rich. There you will find scales, a whisk, and a sieve.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru