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Smell of the dream
Dead tired Hodja came home and thought:
- Suppose that I have delighted soup here, now... And say that I add a little bit red peppery fresh butter to the surface of the soup... And say that I eat spoonfuls out of the soup dish...
While Hodja was thinking the soup, the door was knocked. Hodja opened the door and a neighbour son appeared with an empty bowl.
- What is that, Child? asked Hodja
- Please Hodja, my mother is very ill. Could you give us some soup?
Hodja was confused and terrified. When he send the boy back he thought again:
~ Neigbours!, They are smelling even your dreams.
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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To Make the people stop talking
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To Make the people stop talking (One day, Molla and his son went on a journey. Molla preferred to let his son ride the donkey while he walked. )
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Nasreddin Hodja
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19 janvier 2002
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