The fox fed her little fox. When he grew up and could already earn money to feed himself, his mother told him:
- Listen, now you can feed yourself, have a good trip!
The little fox sheds tears and asks his mother:
-Where will we meet now?
“Eh, my sunshine,” his mother answers, “if we are destined to meet again, it will be only on the wall of a Jewish merchant!”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru