On day Hodja sat in a tree and was cutting a branch that he was sitting on. A stranger was walking there and saw Hodja.
- Excuse me, Hodja! said stranger, if you keep on cutting the branch, you are going to fall down from the tree.
Hodja didn't care of the stranger and continued to cut the branch for a moment. Then the branch was broken and Hodja fell down.
-Help! Hodja shouted to the neigbours, I must catch that stranger who knew my fall. I'm sure that he knows when I'm going to die, too.
Quand le mensonge est appelé vérité , Tel est l'ordre des choses qui prévaut à notre époque ; chaque valeur morale se retrouve bouleversée de telle manière que les gens ne sont plus capables de distinguer le Bien du Mal
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