Hodja Comics

Wednesday, 22 May 2019

Where the cofin goes


One day one of the men of Akshehir died. His wife was crying. Oh, my husband! Where have you gone? There is no light, there is no food, there is nothing!

When the Hodja heard this, he ran home and said to his wife.  "My wife! Open the door! The coffin is coming to our house!"
Posted by ReadStore at 12:21
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      • Searching for Hodja
      • TIT for TAT
      • Let's think together
      • Where the cofin goes
      • Yawning
      • Immigrant
      • Hodja's writing
      • Hodja's wife and his Donkey
      • Hodja and God
      • How A Donkey Reads
      • Mortal's way
      • Criticism
      • Thank God
      • Making a living
      • Whom to believe?
      • Living cauldron
      • Vinegar
      • Tray of Baklava
      • The Scholarly Coachman
      • The Mulla in the Muddle
      • The Mind reader
      • Tax Collector
      • Sweet Quarrels
      • Super Salesman
      • Speedy Ox
      • Sour reply
      • Scientific meeting
      • Naughty boy
      • Hodja pleads poverty
      • Invitiation
      • Milk for Hodja
      • Intermingled
      • Rich dream
      • Hodja postpones paying
      • Hodja in dust
      • Hard cash
      • Full House
      • First Sermon
      • Fired by fear
      • Easy Money
      • Donkey Vs Horse
      • Disturbing grapes
      • Eating dates
      • Cow ruined the vegetable garden
      • That's my age
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