Burned foot An illiterate came to Nasrudin and asked him to write a letter for him. "I can not," said Mulla, "because I burned my foot." Can read handwriting, I have to travel somewhere to translate the letter. And my foot is wounded; So there's no point in writing the letter, is there? ' Alte Monde 'What do they do with the old moon when there's a new one?' asked a joker Nasrudin. They cut them. Every old moon gives forty stars. "