An old beggar passed through an old village. He knocked on the door of a big beautiful house, with a tall barn and a large iron padlock on the gate. In this house lived a man, known in the village for his miserliness: he never helped people, even though he was very rich.
“Please give me some meat or milk?” – asked the beggar.
The miser replied roughly: “No, I can’t! Go away!”
“Maybe you can give me some wheat or beans?” – kept asking the beggar, forced by hunger to humiliate himself.
“I don’t have anything!” – said the miser.
“Then give me a piece of bread, and I will be grateful.” – said the beggar.
“Go away, I don’t have bread!” – was the miser’s reply.
“At least give me some water? I’m very thirsty!”
“I don’t have water.” – screamed the miser.
Then said the beggar: “Oh, my son, why are you sitting here then? Stand up and start begging food from the good people. You are even poorer than I am!”