Chapter 33 old wine

Once upon a time, there was a rich man who was not without reason proud of his wine cellar and his fine wine.Among them is a bottle of old wine, which he treasured for a grand event, but only he himself knows what kind of grand event it is. When the magistrate came to visit him, he thought to himself: "It's just a magistrate, there is no need to open this bottle of wine for him." The bishop of the diocese came to visit him, but he said to himself: "No, I will not open the bottle for him. He will not understand the value of this wine, and he will not be able to smell the wine."

The prince of the kingdom came and dined with him.But he thought, "He is only a little prince, and he is not worthy of such a noble wine." Even when his own nephew was married, he said to himself, "No, the bottle will not be given to the guests." Years passed, and at last the old man was dead and buried, like a seed and an acorn. On the day of his burial, the bottle of old wine and other wines were taken out and shared among farmers and neighbors. No one can tell that this bottle of wine is old wine. To them, whatever is poured into a wineglass is nothing but wine. The Old, Old Wine

Once there lived a rich man who was just proud of his cellar and the wine therein. And there was one jug of ancient vintage kept for some occasion known only to himself. The governor of the state visited him, and he bethought him and said, "That jug shall not be opened for a mere governor." And a bishop of the diocese visited him, but he said to himself, "Nay, I will not open that jug. He would not know its value, nor would its aroma reach his nostrils." The prince of the realm came and supped with him. But he thought, "It is too royal a wine for a mere princeling."

And even on the day when his own nephew was married, he said to himself, "No, not to these guests shall that jug be brought forth." And the years passed by, and he died, an old man, and he was buried like unto every seed and acorn. And upon the day that he was buried the ancient jug was brought out together with other jugs of wine, and it was shared by the peasants of the neighbourhood. And none knew its great age. To them, all that is poured into a cup is only wine.