In the Polish and Hungarian mountains, Olenytsia, seeing her domestic Boar, began to say hello:

— Good health, Mr. Boar. I am glad that you…

– Why are you so disrespectful, you wretch! – shouted, muttering, the Boar. – Why do you call me a Boar? Don’t you know that I am promoted to Aries. I have a patent about this, that my family comes from the noblest beavers, and instead of an opancha, I wear a sheepskin in front of people for the sake of character.

– “I’m sorry, your honor,” said Olenitsa, “I didn’t know that!” We simple people judge not by clothes and words, but by deeds. You, just like before, dig the earth and break the mud. God bless you to be a horse!

Strength: One cannot wonder at the fools who despised and dishonored the most honest and inestimable bead of virtue, only in order to work their way into ranks quite unsuited to their inclinations.