There was an old man in the village. He was very poor, but even kings were jealous of him because he had a beautiful white horse. He
was offered the horse for fabulous money, but the old man said, "This
horse is not a horse, but a person to me How can you sell a person, a
friend.?" The man was poor, but never agreed to sell the horse. One morning he found his horse in the stable. He
gathered the entire village and all the condemned old man: "You are -
stupid old man, - he said - We knew that someday the horse is stolen It
would be better you sold it What a bad luck...!" The
old man said: "I do not know the whole story I do not know whether he
left or taken away there is the fact everything else - the judgment Is
it bad luck or a blessing I do not know, because it's all just part of
who knows.... that next? " People laughed.