Carte

"Tale. Listen and learn! The nightingale once saw a donkey grazing quietly at the end of the plot. He said thoughtfully: - It hurts me when I see underdevelopment. I know it's not his fault, poor thing, and God forbid I should despise him. But I would like to help him. Song is the primordial school of literacy. I offer him my education. The donkey agreed. The lesson was about to begin. The donkey lay down in the shade of the tree. And the nightingale perched on a protruding branch, and sang her sweet lesson, chirping and chattering till her throat was tired. Then, looking at the donkey to see the effect, he saw that the donkey was dozing off. The nightingale was silent. The donkey did not even tilt its ears. But then, at the far end of the plot, another donkey spoke: a shrill, harsh and meaningless bray... Suddenly, the sleepiness in the donkey's eyes disappeared. He lifted his head. He listened..."