Once upon a time, there was a woman who was terribly stingy and unpleasant at all. This defied she had done well and did not miss anything in the world. One night when it rained and was cold outside, it knocked on her door. It was a lone hobo who wondered if he could spend the night at the rubber yard. "Oh no! This is not an inn, "said the old man. But the old woman said he was grateful if he could only sleep on the floor in front of the fire. In the end, the old woman brought with him and let him in.

The hobo wondered if it was possible to get something to eat as well. "Never in life" ravaged the old woman. “I hardly have enough for myself. How should I be able to feed others too? ”“ All I ask is to borrow a pot, so I can cook my own food, ”explained the man. "Look, I have such a spike to cook soup on so I can handle it." Boil soup on a nail? The old woman had never heard of it, so now she was curious. She picked up a pot and started to boil water in it. The sledge dropped its nail into the pot and gently moved into the water. After a while he tasted. "Mmm! It all becomes a delicious soup this, ”said the hobo and looked pleased. Just as the old man himself would taste, he said: "But it is clear ... With a little milk and a little flour, it had become even better. But if there is nothing, the soup will be good anyway. ”“ Oh, ”said the old woman. "I probably have a little at home." And then she went and fetched flour and milk. The man tasted again and looked happy. "This will be a wonderful soup! Though even better it was with lite salt in. "" It is clear that I have a little salt at home, "the old woman said and fetched it. The hobo tasted of the soup again and said: "It will be a really successful right, this. Though one could pour some vegetables and pieces of meat, the king himself would probably be satisfied with the soup! ”Right away, the old woman went and fetched what she had at home.

When the soup was ready, the hobo poured up the food to both the old woman and himself. The old man ate for happy life. Never had she tasted such a good soup and she could not praise the slipper enough for his good cooking. The next day when the hobo went off, he got a penny from the old woman. "You should have it because you taught me to cook soup on a nail," she said. "So cheap food can not anyone cook." The trumpet politely thanked and went away, happy that the skimpy old woman was also a fool. For sure did you notice that it was needed more than the nail to make the soup good?