One day, a man named Zowa took a bag and went to work. He walked, and suddenly it sounded as if a child was crying somewhere near him. Zova stopped, listened and went where the crying came from, and when he came to see that it was a crocodile crying under a black currant bush at the edge of the road. When he saw Zowa near him, the crocodile said: - Hayo, man, if you have a good heart, feel sorry for me! I am dying of fatigue and thirst, and I have no more strength to go. Put me in the bag behind you, take me to the river and throw me in the water. God rejoices when they feel sorry for the poor! - But how can I put you in a bag? You will not fit in it, for it is too big. - And I will lie down in it so that I will enter. Put the bag on the ground and open it - then you will see for yourself. Zova was a kind man. He put the bag on the ground, opened it, and crocodile, curled up so that it looked like a winding rope on the deck of a ship, rolled into a bag and told the Zovah: - Well, here