In the forest, in a small, rickety house, there lived an old woman. In order to somehow feed herself, she collected brushwood and sold it in the village. The old woman lived alone, was afraid of thieves and tightly locked the door and windows at night.
One night it was raining heavily. The old hut trembled from the thunder. It was very cold. The old woman was sitting by the fire.
Suddenly there was a strong knock on the door, the old woman got scared, came up to the door and asked:
-Who's there?
- Open it, please! — someone’s voice answered from outside. “I’m lost in the forest, I’m all wet and shaking from the cold...” “Who are you?”
- Jose.
The old woman was somewhat deaf. She asked again:
- What did you say?
The traveler, thinking that she wanted to know his full name, shouted loudly:
— Jose Maria Andrea Flores Fernandez.
Hearing so many names, the old lady was completely frightened.
- Go your way! - she said. “My house is very small, so many people can’t fit in it!”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru