The rich farmer lives in lush mansions, eats sweetly, drinks deliciously. His treasures are incalculable, he gives banquets and feasts every day. In a word, he should live and rejoice, but the trouble is – the farmer does not manage to get enough sleep. At night, he can not fall asleep either because of fear of ruin, or in grave thoughts about God’s judgment, and a nap at dawn also does not work because of the singing of a neighbor, The fact is that in the standing next to the mansions the poor man lives, shoemaker, so cheerful that from morning till night he sings incessantly. What is there to do with the Fertilizer? To tell a neighbor to be silent is not in his power; asked – the request does not work.
Finally he comes up and immediately sends for a neighbor. He comes. The farmer affectionately asks him about his life. The poor man does not complain: he has enough work, his wife is good and young. The farmer asks, but does the Shoemaker want to become richer? And, having received the answer that no one person wealth will not interfere, hands the poor man a bag of money: “You have grown fond of truth for me”. The shoemaker grabbed the sack, ran home and buryed the gift in the cellar that same night. But since that time, insomnia also begins. At night, the Shoemaker is disturbed by all the noise – it all seems like a thief is coming. Here the songs do not come to mind!
In the end, the poor man returns a sack of money to the Feller farmer, adding: “… You live with your wealth, And me for songs and for a dream. There is not even a million.”