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Let it cry!
One night, Hodja was waken up by his wife while their baby was crying in his cradle.
-Hodja, swing the cradle! This baby is not only mine but the half is yours.
Hodja with sleepy eyes,
-Ok, do it for the half of yours, let the half part of mine cry!.
:: Nasreddin Hodja ::
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They are playing music
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They are playing music (Hodja was returning home one night with one of his students when he saw a gang of thieves standing in front of a house, trying to break the lock. )
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Nasreddin Hodja
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01 fevrier 2002
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