Molla had a good ram. The rakes, having agreed among themselves, began to come to Molla one after another and say the same thing.
- Molla, tomorrow is the end of the world, we will all die and go to the next world, why do you keep this ram? Kill him on our last day, and we'll eat kebab together.
At first Molla didn’t believe it, but when the second and third came to him, he believed, slaughtered a ram and began preparing shish kebab. And the rakes, sitting aside under a tree, waited for a treat.
Molla overheard them talking about how they tricked him. Realizing what was going on, he called his wife to look after the barbecue, and he himself approached the guests. He collected all their chokhas, shoes, sashes and hats and said:
— The weather changes, suddenly it starts to rain, they will stay in the yard and get wet. It's better to take them home.
And the guests, not suspecting anything, remained silent.
Molla brought all their things into the house, quickly left through other doors, ran to the market and sold them. With the proceeds, Molla bought a ram, drove it home and pushed it into the barn instead of the one that had been slaughtered.
The guests ate the barbecue, thanked Molla and asked for their clothes so they could get dressed and leave. Molla said:
- Friends, all your clothes have gone to the next world. No matter how much I tried to persuade her: “Wait, tomorrow we’ll all leave together,” she answered: “Since your ram left today, then I must leave too.”
- Molla, what should we do now? - asked one of the guests.
“Nothing,” answered Molla, “after all, tomorrow is the end of the world anyway, why do you need these clothes?”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru