Trishka’s caftan got torn at the elbows.
What is there to spend a long
time thinking about? He took a needle.
He cut a quarter off of each
sleeve,
And patched the elbows. The
caftan is all ready again.
Only the arms have become one
quarter barer.
So what, is that a misfortune?
However, everybody is laughing
at Trishka.
But Trishka says: Well I am no
fool,
And I will remedy that trouble.
I will patch the sleeves
and make them even longer than before.
Oh, Trishka is nobody's
fool!
He cut off the tails and
hems,
And made the sleeve
endings
longer.
and now my Trishka is
happy.
Although he is wearing a
caftan,
That is shorter than many an
undershirt.
I have sometimes seen certain
gentlemen
Who, having made a mess of
their
affairs,
Then correct them in a similar
way;
And lo! They are
sporting Trishka’s caftan.