The child is the father of the man Nasrudin came to a horse race for all the newcomers, who had ridden on the slowest oxen. Everyone laughs: An ox can not run "But I saw it as if it were just a calf, which ran faster than a horse," said Nasrudin; 'Why should it not run faster now that it's bigger?' Every little bit helps Nasrudin loaded his donkey with wood for the fire and, instead of sitting in his saddle, sat down on one of the tree trunks. "Why don't you sit in the saddle?" asked someone. 'Wash! and add my weight to what the poor animal wore? My weight lies on the wood, and it will stay there. '