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Nasruddin tales part II

Nasruddin tales part II

Nasruddin Tales


  • 1 Farmers ... who were good at numbers.
  • 2 Do you know what I'm going to talk about?
  • 3 Nobility

Farmers ... who were good at numbers.

Among all the towns that the Mule Nasruddin visited during his travels, there was one that was especially famous because its inhabitants were given very good numbers. Nasruddin found accommodation in a farmer's house. The next morning he realized that the town had no well. Each morning, someone from each family in the town carried one or two donkeys with empty water bottles and they went to a stream that was about an hour away, filled the bottles and took them back to town, which took them another hour. plus.

"Wouldn't it be better if they had water in the village?" Nasruddin asked the farmer of the house where he was staying. "Of course it would be much better!" Said the farmer. "The water costs me two hours of work every day for a donkey and a boy who carries the donkey. That makes a thousand four hundred and sixty hours a year, if you count the hours of the donkey as the hours of the boy. But if the donkey and the boy they were working in the field all that time, I could, for example, plant a whole field of pumpkins and harvest four hundred and fifty-seven more pumpkins every year. "

"I see you have everything well calculated," Nasrudin said admired. "Why, then, don't you build a canal to bring water to the river?" "That is not so simple!" Said the farmer. "On the road there is a hill that we should cross. If I put my donkey and my boy to build a canal instead of sending them through the water, it would take them five hundred years if they worked two hours a day. At least I have another thirty years left. of life, so it's cheaper for me to send them for water. "

"Yes, but would you be the only one responsible for building a canal? There are many families in the town."

"Of course," said the farmer. "There are one hundred families in the town. If each family sent a donkey and a boy two hours every day, the channel would be made in five years. And if they worked ten hours a day, it would be over a year."

"So why don't you tell your neighbors and suggest that you build the canal together?

"Look, if I have to talk about important things with a neighbor, I have to invite him to my house, offer him tea and halva, talk to him about the weather and the new harvest, after his family, his sons, his daughters, his grandchildren, then I have to feed him and after eating another tea and he has to ask me then about my farm and my family to finally arrive calmly at the subject and treat it with caution, that takes a whole day, since we are a hundred families in the town, I would have to talk to ninety-nine heads of household. You will agree with me that I can't be ninety-nine days in a row arguing with the neighbors. My farm would fall apart. The most I could do would be to invite a neighbor to my house per week. Since one year is only fifty-two weeks, that means it would take me almost two years to talk to my neighbors. Knowing my neighbors as I know them, I assure you that everyone would agree to get the Guide the people, because they are all good with numbers. And as I know them, I tell you, that each one would promise to participate if the others also participated. Then, after two years, I would have to start over again from the beginning, inviting them back to my house and telling them that everyone is willing to participate. "" Ok, "Nasrudin said," but then in four years you would be prepared to Start work. And the following year, the canal would be built! "

"There is another problem," said the farmer. "You will agree with me that once the canal is built, anyone can go by water, whether or not they have contributed their corresponding part of the work."

"I understand," said Nasruddin. "Even if you wanted to, you couldn't watch the entire channel."

"Well no," said the farmer. "Any fuss that had gotten rid of work, would benefit in the same way as others and at no cost."

"I have to admit that you're right," Nasrudin said.

"So as each of us are good at numbers, we will try to sneak away. One day the donkey will not have strength, the other someone's boy will have a cough, another someone's wife will be sick, and the child, the donkey They will have to go find the doctor.

Since we are good at numbers, we will try to drain the bulge. And as each of us knows that others will not do what they owe, none will send their donkey or their boy to work. Thus, the construction of the canal will not even begin. "

"I have to recognize that your reasons sound very convincing," Nasrudin said. He was thoughtful for a moment, but suddenly he exclaimed: "I know a town on the other side of the mountain that has the same problem you have. But they have had a canal for twenty years now."

"Indeed," said the farmer, "but they are not good at numbers."

Do you know what I am going to talk to you about?

This story begins when Nasruddin arrives at a small town somewhere far away from the Middle East.

It was the first time he was in that town and a crowd had gathered in an auditorium to listen to him. Nasruddin, who really did not know what to say, because he knew that he knew nothing, set out to improvise something and thus try to get out of the quagmire where he was.

He entered very safely and stood in front of people. He opened his hands and said:

-I suppose that if you are here, you will know what I have to tell you.

People said:

-No ... What do you have to tell us? We don't know. Talk to us! We want to hear you!

Nasruddin replied:

-If you came here without knowing what I came to tell you, then you are not prepared to listen to it.

After saying this, he stood up and run away.

The people were surprise. Everyone had come that morning to listen to him and the man was just telling them that. It would have been a total failure if it weren't for one of those present - one is never missing - while Nasruddin walked away, he said aloud:

-How smart!

And as always, when one does not understand anything and another says "how intelligent!", To avoid feeling an idiot, one repeats: "Yes, of course, how intelligent!". And then, everyone started repeating:

-How smart.
-How smart.

Until one added:

-Yes, how smart, but ... how short.

And another added:

-It has the brevity and synthesis of the wise. Because he is right. How are we going to come here without even knowing what we came to hear? How stupid we have been. We have missed a wonderful opportunity. What enlightenment, what wisdom. We are going to ask this man to give a second lecture.

Then they went to see Nasruddin. The people had been so amazed at what had happened at the first meeting, that some had begun to say that the knowledge of Him was too much to gather in a single conference.

Nasruddin said:

-No, it's just the other way around, they're wrong. My knowledge is barely enough for a conference. I could never give two.

People said:

-How humble!

And the more Nasruddin insisted that he had nothing to say, the more reason people insisted that they wanted to hear him once more. Finally, after much effort, Nasruddin agreed to give a second conference.

The next day, the lighted assumption He returned to the meeting place, where there were more people, because everyone knew about the success of the previous conference. Nasruddin stood before the public and insisted with his technique:

-I suppose you will know that I have come to tell you.

People were advised to take care not to offend the teacher with the childish response of the previous conference; so everyone said:

-Yes, of course, of course we know. That is why we have come.

Nasruddin lowered his head and then added:

-Well, if everyone already knows what I'm coming to tell you, I don't see the need to repeat.

He got up and left again.

The people were stunned; because although they had said something else now, the result had been exactly the same. Until someone, another someone, shouted:


And when everyone heard that someone had said "brilliant!", The rest began to say:

-Yes, of course, this is the complement of the wisdom of yesterday's conference!

-How wonderful
-How amazing
- How sensational, what a barbarian

Until someone said:

-Yes, but ... very shortly.
-It's true- another complained
-Capacity of synthesis- justified a third party.

And immediately he heard:

-We want more, we want to hear more. We want this man to give us more of his wisdom!

Then, a delegation of the notables went to see Nasruddin to ask him to give a third and final conference. Nasruddin said no, that in no way; that he had no knowledge to give three lectures and that, in addition, he had to return to his hometown.

People implored him, begged him, asked him again and again; for their ancestors, for their progeny, for all the saints, for whatever it was. That persistence persuaded him and, finally, Nasrudin accepted trembling to give the third and final conference.

For the third time he stood in front of the public, who were already crowds, and said:

-I guess you will know what I'm going to talk about.

This time, the people had agreed: only the mayor of the town would answer. The front row man said:

-Some yes and others not.

At that moment, a long silence shook the audience. Everyone, even the youth, followed Nasruddin with his eyes.

Then the teacher replied:

-In that case, those who know ... tell those who do not know.

he got up and go away.


Before crossing the garden gate, the stranger knew that the Duke had liked him. A stream of sympathy was established immediately between the two.

For three long days they walked together in silence. Accompanied by the passage, each self-absorbed in their own interests, they stopped in unison to smell the same thyme and drink from the same source.

Increased by the successive encounters, the friendship was perpetuated while both lived.

That white mastiff had a true and authentic nobility.