In ancient times there was a rich man. His name was Saranbai, and Saranbai was greedy and stingy. One day he got ready to go to the fair. I got up early and started thinking about what to take with me on the road to eat.
And what he didn’t have: sheep, and goats, and geese, and chickens - there were exactly a thousand heads in all. He also had exactly a thousand poods of flour.
And so the greedy rich man Saranbai thinks:
“If I kill one goose for food on the road, then only nine hundred and ninety-nine geese will remain; if I kill one hen, then there will also only be nine hundred and ninety-nine hens left; if I bake bread from one pood of flour, then there will also only be nine hundred and ninety-nine poods left; If I slaughter one sheep, then only nine hundred and ninety-nine sheep will remain. This way, an absolute count of the good will be lost!”
And the greedy rich man doesn’t know what to do. He went for advice to his neighbor Davletbai, who was as greedy as himself. The neighbor was also planning to go to the fair. Saranbai asked:
- What should I do, neighbor? What to take on the road?
- I found something to puzzle over! Tell Zinnyat to slaughter his goose - he is also going to the fair.
The greedy rich man was delighted with the advice and hurries to poor Zinnyat:
- Neighbor, Zinnyat! Take Davletbai and me to the fair and slaughter your goose for the road.
I didn’t want to go to Zinnyat-agai, but I didn’t dare contradict the rich man. He took the greedy Saranbai and his neighbor Davletbai to the fair, and killed his goose on the way.
So they stopped for the night in one village.
The greedy rich man and his greedy neighbor were thinking about one thing: how to manage to eat a whole goose and not share it with their companions.
The greedy rich man Saranbai came up with this trick: whoever sees a good dream at night will eat a whole goose.
We went to bed. All night the greedy rich man Saranbai and his greedy neighbor Davletbai thought about how best to deceive others and eat the whole goose themselves.
In the morning, greedy Saranbai began to tell:
- Well, my companions, this is a good dream I had: I’m sitting at home, suddenly a man on a pair of trotters rolls up to my porch and asks: “Is the owner at home?” I go out to meet him. “Come on, Saranbay-agai,” says this man: “I’ve come for you!” I sat down and drove off. And VBT he brought me to a place that cannot be said in a fairy tale or written with a pen. There are flowers and fruit trees all around, birds are singing everywhere. It turns out that we have arrived in paradise. One angel comes up to me and says: “You, Saranbai-agai, will live here.” This is the dream I had! Just a miracle!
Then his neighbor Davletbay began to tell:
“And I dreamed that I ascended to Allah himself on a beautiful white horse.” I flew to heaven and saw that all the rich and noble people had gathered there. “They received me kindly and patted me on the back,” he finished his story.
It was Zinnyat’s turn to tell his dream.
“What can I say, you both had very good dreams,” Zinnyat began in a calm voice, “but you left me alone.” One of you went to heaven, the other ascended to heaven. I didn't know that you wouldn't stay there for long. I wanted to eat, and I ate the whole goose, but left you nothing.
The greedy rich man Saranbai and his greedy neighbor Davlet-bai only opened their mouths in surprise. They couldn’t find anything to say, and they had to return home, slurping unsaltedly.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru