Hello, Godfather Faddey!" — "Hello, Godfather Egor!" —
"Well, how are you, my friend?" —
"Oh, Godfather, you don't know my misfortunes, what I see!
God has visited me: I burned my yard to the ground
And have been paupered in the world ever since." —
"What do you mean? A bad toy Godfather,!" —
"Yes, just like that! We had a feast on Christmas;
I went with a candle to feed the horses;
I must admit, my head was buzzing;
I somehow dropped the and barely saved myself;
And the yard and all the goods burned up.
Well, how are you?" — "Oh, Godfather, that's a bad thing!
And God must have been angry with me:
You see, I have no legs;
How I survived, I really think, is a miracle.
I also went to the icehouse for beer on Christmas,
And I must admit, I drank too much
Of polugaru with my friends;
And so that in my drunkenness I wouldn't set fire to myself,
So I blew out the candle completely:
But the devil pushed me down the stairs in the dark.
That made me not at all human,
And so I've been a cripple ever since." -
"Blame yourself, friends!"
The matchmaker Stepan said to them: "To tell the truth, I
Don't consider it a miracle at all,
That you burned down your yard, and you're on crutches:
For a drunk, even with a candle is bad;
But it's hardly worse in the dark."
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Author:
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- Published: June 7th, 2025 22:36
- Category: Fable
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