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As fast as sound
One day Molla climbed up into a minaret and shouted at the top of his lungs. Immediately, he came down and started running.
"What's happening? Why are you running, Molla?" asked a passerby. "To see how far my voice carries," he replied.
:: 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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