Interesting English stories, college level.

A shoemaker spends his time singing from morning till night; Glad to see him, glad to hear him; He is more satisfied with making shoes than any of the seven sages. On the contrary, his neighbor is rich, but he seldom sings and sleeps less. He is a banker; At dawn, he accidentally fell asleep, and the shoemaker woke him up with his song. Bankers complained sadly that God didn't make sleep a marketable commodity like food and drink. Finally, he called the singer and said to him, "How much do you earn a year, Master Gregory?"

"How much is it a year, sir?" The happy shoemaker smiled and said, "I never calculate in that way. I live like this every day;" Somehow, I managed to get to the end of the year; It has its food every day. "

"That's all right! My friend, how much do you earn a day? "

"Sometimes more, sometimes less; But the worst thing is that without these, our income can be tolerated, and we are forbidden to work for a few days in a year; In addition, the curate keeps adding new saints to the list. "

The banker was amused by his frankness. He said, "I will get you out of poverty in the future. Take this hundred crowns, keep them carefully, and use them when necessary. "

The shoemaker seems to have seen all the wealth produced by the earth for mankind in the past century. After returning home, he buried both money and happiness. No more singing; He lost his voice, and at that moment he gained so many sources of sadness. Sleep left his house; Worry, doubt and false alarms take their place. All day, his eyes wandered in the direction of the treasure; At night, if a stray cat makes a noise, it is the cat that is robbing him. Finally, the poor man ran to his rich neighbor's house; "Give me back my sleep and my voice," he said. "Take your hundred crowns."

A shoemaker sings from morning till night. It is very pleasant to see him in person or hear his singing. He was more content with making shoes than becoming the seventh saint of Greece. On the contrary, his neighbor is a banker, rich, but seldom sings and can't sleep well at night. He occasionally falls asleep at dawn, and the shoemaker's song wakes him up. Bankers complain in frustration that God has not made sleep a commodity that can be bought and sold like food and drink. Later, the banker called the singer and asked, "Master Gregory, how much do you earn a year?"

"Sir, how much do you ask me to earn a year?" The happy cobbler smiled and said, "I never calculate this account." I live day by day. In short, I insist on earning three meals a day until the end of the year. "

"Ah, friend, how much do you earn a day?"

"Sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less; But the worst thing is that there are always some days in the year when we are not allowed to do business, otherwise our income is not bad. Pastors often add new names to the list of saints. "

The banker was amused by the shoemaker's frankness. He said, "I want you to have money from now on." Take this hundred dollars, keep it carefully, and use it when necessary. "

The cobbler feels as if he has seen all the wealth created by the earth for human needs in the past few hundred years. When he came home, he buried the coin and his happiness at the same time. He stopped singing; He lost his voice from the moment he got the source of his pain. Sleep broke up with him; Instead, worry, doubt and false alarm. During the day, his eyes looked in the direction of buried coins; At night, if a stray cat makes a noise, he thinks someone is robbing him. Finally, the poor cobbler ran to his rich neighbor's house and said, "Take back your hundred dollars and give me back my sleep and singing."

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