Once upon a time there lived an old woman. Her house was located not far from the forest. She collected brushwood and carried it to the village. This is how she earned her living. She lived alone, was afraid of evil people and locked her doors and windows tightly at night.
It rained heavily one night. The thunder made the house tremble and shake. And the old woman is sitting by the fire, warming herself.
Suddenly someone knocked and knocked on the door, so hard. The old lady got scared and jumped up.
-Who's there?
And outside they say:
- Open it, please. I got lost in the forest and got wet, let me spend the night to warm up.
- Who will you be?
- Jose.
And my grandmother was deaf. She asks again:
- Who, who, you say?
The traveler thought she was asking for his full name; He shouted to her loudly and with emphasis:
- Jose Antonio Andres Jesus Fernandez!
When the old woman heard this, she became even more frightened and said:
- No, my dear, go back where you came from; There’s no room for all of you in my shack.
She thought there were five of them.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru