Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Once in front of the woodcutter’s house appeared a luxurious car. Perfectly dressed young man came out of this car and went to the house.
Father! – He addressed the woodcutter – haven’t you recognized me? It’s me, your son, whom you sent for tobacco to the town.
I settled there, graduated, found a great job, married beautiful woman, I have my own house, car …. What can you say?
It’s great, son. But where is my tobacco by the way?