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27.03.2011 18:12

Жив-був собі якось циганин. Пішов він якось в ліс дров нарубати. Побачив високого, крислатого бука, видряпався на нього, сів на гілляку й рубає її від стовбура. Проходить повз нього чоловік і питає його:

        — Що ти там робиш?

        — Не видиш? Дрова рубаю,

        — Та як рубаєш?

        — Так, як і всі люди!

        — Ой, дивись, а то впадеш звідти! — каже перехожий.

        — А ти що, Бог, що все знаєш? — обурився циганин.

 

Чоловік бачить, що тут ні з ким говорити, махнув рукою й пішов собі далі. А циганин далі січе сокирою. Цок раз, цок двічі, а гілляка — трісь! Бухнув циганисько на землю, лежить, стогне. Відлежався, відстогнався, далі схопився й біжить за перехожим. Догнав чоловіка й питає того:

        — Ви, ачей, пророк, бо й справді сталося так, як ви казали. Якщо так, то скажіть мені, коли я помру?

        Посміхнувся чоловік та й каже:

        — Помреш тоді, коли нижче хребта в тебе охолоне.

        Циганин відразу вхопився рукою нижче хребта, та холоду там не було, і циганин відразу заспокоївся.

 

Поки було літо, циганин не боявся смерті. А як настала зима, погано одягнений циганин став мерзнути. Прийшли йому на згадку слова, які сказав йому перехожий. Вхопився рукою за місце нижче хребта, а в оно холодне, як лід.

        — Ой біда, треба з світом прощатися! — каже циганин жінці.

        Вийшов на дорогу, ліг і лежить. Чекає смерті. Саме їхав чоловік на ярмарок. На конях дзвоники голосні, господар батогом в повітрі махає. Забув циганин про смерть, схопився й тікає. А коні налякалися циганина й ледь сани не рознесли. Розсердився чоловік на циганина й давай шмагати його батожищем. Раптом циганин згадав про холодне місце й ухопився за нього. А те місце вже було гарячим.

        — Дай вам, чесний ґаздо, доброго здоров'я за те, що ви мені нижче хребта розігріли і від смерті врятували! — подякував циганин чоловікові й щасливий повернувся додому.


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