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In the small village of Gorno Nanadolnishte, lived a man named Bay Ivan. Ivan was known for two things: his incredible thriftiness and his belief that he was the smartest man in the valley.
Stoyan, who was far sharper than Ivan realized, took one look at Ivan’s greedy eyes and smiled. "Of course, Ivan. Start with the big trees at the back. Work hard, and there will be a great reward at the end of the day." na_teslata_drzkata
"Stoyan, my friend!" Ivan shouted. "I see your trees are heavy. Let me prune them for you. No charge, just neighborly love!" In the small village of Gorno Nanadolnishte, lived
Ivan worked like a demon. He climbed, he chopped, and he pruned. He was so focused on the "reward" that he didn't notice Stoyan was quietly moving his actual plum harvest into a locked cellar. Ivan kept thinking about the gallons of free brandy he’d soon be drinking. "Of course, Ivan
By sunset, Ivan was exhausted, covered in sap, and his hands were blistered. He climbed down from the last tree and wiped his brow. "Finished, Stoyan! Now, about that reward?"
"You worked so hard, Ivan, that you snapped the head off your old tool," Stoyan said calmly. "The metal blade fell into the deep well while you were swinging it—it's gone forever. But since you’re such a 'smart' neighbor, I saved the only thing left for you."
