Lakhasly

Nasreddin lived in turkey. He was good man
not very rich, and his wife wasn't happy about it.
'You pray to God every day, but nothing changes. We are always poor!' she said. 'I don't understand it. God doesn't help us. Perhaps he doesn't like us!'
'Of course God likes us,' answered Nasreddin. He loves everyone. Be quiet, wife!'
But his wife never stopped talking about money. In the end, Nasreddin prayed to God: 'Please send me a thousand gold coins. Then my wife can be happy. But remember, I don't want nine hundred and ninety-nine, and I don't want one thousand and one. I want exactly one thousand coins?'
Every morning Nasreddin prayed to God for his gold coins. His neighbour Ahmed, a rich man, heard him over the garden wall every day. He laughed and said to his wife:
Listen! Nasreddin says he doesn't want nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins. I can't understand him. Everybody wants gold and Nasreddin is very poor. I'm going to throw nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins over the wall into his garden. What's he going to do then? Let's see.' The next morning, when Nasreddin began praying, a bag of gold coins suddenly came over the garden wall and hit Nasreddin on the head.
Nasreddin opened the bag and then smiled.
'Come here, wife,' he called. 'Look! God is listening to me. His wife laughed and sang.
An hour later, Ahmed came to the door.
'How are you, Nasreddin?' he asked. I can hear laughing and singing in your house.'
'We are happy,' answered Nasreddin, 'because God answered our prayers. Look,' he said and he opened the bag in his hand. 'I asked God for gold and here it is.' Ahmed smiled.
'How many gold coins are in the bag exactly?' he asked.
'You asked for one thousand, I think. Let's count them.'
'Why?' asked Nasreddin. 'God can count, you know!' But Ahmed didn't listen. He began to count carefully. Then he said, 'You can't have this gold, Nasreddin. There are nine hundred and ninety-nine coins here, not a thousand.'
'Is that right?' said Nasreddin. 'Then God knows about it, and one more coin is going to come later today. I'm sure of it.'
'Listen, Nasreddin,' Ahmed said. 'It's my gold. I threw it over the wall and you must give it back.
I can't do that,' answered Nasreddin. 'You don't understand. It is the will of God.'
Now Ahmed was angry. T'm going to take you to court.
I want my gold back!'
'All right,' said Nasreddin. Let's speak to the judge about it. But I can't go to court in these poor, dirty clothes.
Can I wear your coat?'
Ahmed wanted to go to court at once because he wanted to get his gold back that day. So he gave his coat to Nasreddin.
'Now, let's go,' Ahmed said, and he walked out of the door.
'Wait a minute,' said Nasreddin. 'I'm an old man and the court is far from here. How can I walk there?' Ahmed stopped. 'It's not far,' he said angrily.
'It is for me,' answered Nasreddin. 'I have a bad leg.'
'All right,' said Ahmed. 'You can have my horse for the day. Wait a minute.'
So Ahmed brought his horse for Nasreddin to ride.
'Now we can go to court,' said Ahmed. 'You can ride the horse. I'm going to walk!'
'Wife, watch my gold coins carefully,' said Nasreddin before he left. 'Because sooner or later God is going to send me one more coin.'
Nasreddin and Ahmed arrived at the court.
When the judge saw them he asked, 'Why are you here?'
'Because, answered Ahmed, 'this man, Nasreddin, has nine hundred and ninety-nine of my gold coins! He must give them back to me.'
'Is this true?' the judge asked Nasreddin.
No, it isn't,' answered Nasreddin. 'This money came to me from God because I prayed for it.'
He went nearer to the judge and said quietly to him, 'T'm sorry but this poor man, my neighbour, is mad. All of my things are his things, he thinks. Ask him about this coat.'
'Is this your coat?' the judge asked Ahmed.
'Of course it is,' answered Ahmed. 'I gave it to Nasreddin.'
'You see!' said Nasreddin quietly to the judge. 'Now, ask him about the horse.
'Is this your horse, too?' asked the judge.
'Yes, it is,' answered Ahmed.
'Poor man,' said the judge. 'You don't need a court. You need a doctor. You must say sorry to Nasreddin, and give him one gold coin - at once!' Nasreddin took the gold coin from Ahmed.
'Ithank God for this,' he said happily. Now I have the last of my thousand coins.'
Nasreddin and Ahmed left the court and went home.
Later, Nasreddin gave back the coat, the horse, and the thousand gold coins to Ahmed.
These are your things,' said Nasreddin, and he smiled.
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'But remember, never come between God and man again.'
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