AN EASTERN LEGEND ABOUT TOBACCO
A long time ago when tobacco had just appeared in the Caucasus, there lived at the
foot of a high mountain a wise old man. He took a dislike to tobacco and tried to
persuade others not to smoke it.
Once a group of foreign merchants came to the village where the old man lived to sell
tobacco. They tried hard to make the old man support them, but they could not.
One day the old man saw that a crowd of people had gathered round the merchants who
were shouting: 'O divine leaf, o divine leaf, which cures all ailments!
Then the wise man said, 'But that is not all! This divine leaf brings people other
advantages: no thief will enter the house of a man who smokes, no dog will bite him,
and he will never grow old.' The merchants looked at him with joy. 'Explain your words
to us, o wise old man,' they asked him.
'No thief will enter the house of a man who smokes,' he replied, because that man will
be coughing all night, and no thief likes to go into the house of one who is awake. After
several years of smoking a man will grow weak and will walk with a stick. Will a dog bite
a man with a stick? Last, he will never grow old because he will die in his youth.
On hearing these words, the peasants went off, determined never to smoke.
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Today, I and my all family members moved to the town, which you can see at the picture. I was over the moon, because my mother and father said that this town has a lot of places where you can go to have some fun. So, in the first day of my weekend, i would like to go the supermarket, since I just want to see what new things i can find in this supermarket. Also, I am fond of reading novel books, that's why I will go to the library of this town. But, as we all know that nowadays, it is extremely dangerous to go outside without a mask, so that is the reason why i have to go the hospital to get some covid-19 tests or face masks.

Відповідь:

Пояснення:

Есть на свете земля, что в далеких краях

Вся покрыта она песком

И не счесть в краю том языков и племен

Всюду хаос, но это их дом

Солнце с запада там проплывет на восток

И прохладу прогонит прочь

Погости, заезжай, а потом улетай

На ковре ты в арабскую ночь

Узкой улочки нить приведет на базар

Где шафран, кардамон и тмин

Ты смотри, не зевай, смело цену сбивай

Будь то шелк или же сатин

И там музыки звук околдует, и вдруг

Ты пропал, тебе не

Не развеять мираж — все, что нажил, отдашь

Лишь наступит арабская ночь

Арабская ночь горяча, словно день

Тут жарко всегда, и даже когда опускается тень

Арабская ночь, дым горящих костров

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