One day, wine asked brandy to come to him. The brandy arrived, and the wine said:
“Both men and women complain about you, that you are evil and strong.” I'm tired of this. Why are you behaving like this, you scoundrel? Look at me, because I’m your father, much older than you, but I don’t get people drunk like you! You are my daughter, and aren’t you ashamed of getting people drunk—not just with six glasses, but even with two! I advise you to improve.
Rakiya answers:
“It’s not my fault, it’s your fault—you gave birth to me this way.” Those who drink me too much are also to blame. After all, while I’m dozing in the vessel where they pour me, I’m quieter than water, lower than the grass. And as soon as I get into the throat of a man or woman, then even three hundred devils can’t handle me.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru