One day an old man was carrying a large bundle of brushwood from the forest. It was hard and awkward for him. And here the sun is burning mercilessly! The old man is sweaty, exhausted and cannot take another step. He threw the brushwood off his back and began to curse everything in the world: the brushwood, the sun, and his miserable life.
“I wish Azrael, the almighty god of death, would clean me up!” - the old man lamented. “If only he could hear my pleas!” Damn life!
And before the old man had time to finish these words, Azrael himself suddenly appeared to him.
“Did you call me, old man?” – he asked menacingly, frowning his eyebrows.
The old man got scared and stammered:
“Oh Almighty, I really disturbed you.” Won't you help me put this brush on my back?!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru