Smell of the dream Nasreddin Hodja

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.