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Eat my fur coat, eat
One day Nasreddin Hodja went to a banquet. As he was dressed rather shabbily, no one let him in. So he ran home, put on his best robe and fur coat and returned. Immediately, the host came over, greeted him and ushered him to the head of an elaborate banquet table. When the food was served, Hodja took some soup with spoon and pushed it to the his fur coat and said,
- Eat my fur coat, eat! It's obvious that you're the real guest of honor today, not me!
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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The blanket gone, the quarrel is over.
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The blanket gone, the quarrel is over.(It was about midnight when the Hodja heard a frightful row going on just beneath his window. )
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Nasreddin Hodja
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28 janvier 2002
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