By the time came Kastrati fiddler,
He was a poor man, and the rich man.
“Look, said the singer without -, —
My diamonds, emeralds -
I deciphered them from boredom.
BUT! become for, brother, - he continued, —
When you get bored,
What are you doing, to say thank you.”
In response, the poor man indifferently:
- I? I – scales themselves.
