Two Villagers Fable by Ivan Krylov

Ksey_Gan

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."

 

 

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2025 22:36
  • Category: Fable
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