On holiday in village under a window of the landowner’s mansion were crowded common people. They glared and marveled at the Squirrel in a wheel. Nearby from a birch the Ouzel wondered at it, too: so the Squirrel was running that only its pads flashed and its bushy tail was flown.
“Old top, – the Ouzel asked it, – tell me please, what are you doing here?”
-“Oh, my dear fellow, I work hard all day long: I serve honestly his honor as a messenger; why, there’s no time neither to eat, nor to drink, nor even to take a breath”.
-“Indeed, – flying away the Ouzel said: – that is clear to me, however fast you run, still you are there at the same window”.
When you look at some businessman: to your surprise he takes trouble and makes a fuss, apparently, he would sweat blood, but his business does not make progress or move as if that Squirrel in a wheel.
“Old top, – the Ouzel asked it, – tell me please, what are you doing here?”
-“Oh, my dear fellow, I work hard all day long: I serve honestly his honor as a messenger; why, there’s no time neither to eat, nor to drink, nor even to take a breath”.
-“Indeed, – flying away the Ouzel said: – that is clear to me, however fast you run, still you are there at the same window”.
When you look at some businessman: to your surprise he takes trouble and makes a fuss, apparently, he would sweat blood, but his business does not make progress or move as if that Squirrel in a wheel.
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