The vine could not get enough of it, seeing how in the spring the peasant carefully dug up the earth around it, trying not to touch the tender roots with a spade, how he lovingly looked after it, tied it up, put up strong supports so that it could grow freely. In gratitude for such care, the vine decided to give the person juicy, fragrant clusters at all costs.
When it was time to harvest the grapes, the vine was completely covered with large tassels. The thrifty owner cut them all off one by one and carefully placed them in a basket. Then, after thinking, he dug up stakes and supports and used them for firewood.
And the poor vine had no choice but to grieve from the undeserved insult and freeze all winter on the bare ground. But the next year she was no longer so generous, and the short-sighted peasant paid severely for his greed.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru