One peasant for many years every evening turned to God with the same prayer:
“Lord, I suffer every day from the fact that there is no man more unfortunate than me on earth. Every day I ask myself the question, for what sins you made me the most unfortunate of people. All my life I ask to fulfill only one request: let me exchange my troubles with someone. I am ready to exchange my sufferings and adversity with the first person I’ll meet because I am unhappy than anyone.
I dare not ask for wealth or bliss. My request is small and insignificant.
I trust in your mercy in the hope of being heard.”
One day his prayers were heard, and a loud voice came from heaven:
“Collect all your adversity, tie them in a knot and bring them to the temple.”
This voice was heard by all the people in the city and all began to bind their misfortunes and sorrows in knots.
The peasant was inexpressibly happy, because now he will have someone to exchange with. He picked up his knot and hurried to the temple.
On the way, he met many people with bags in their hands.
When the peasant reached the temple, his joy evaporated and fear and confusion came to replace her.
And he was frightened by the fact that other people had much more nodes than his own.
On the way, he met many noble townspeople, who seemed happier and satisfied then him. And everyone had a big bag in their hands.
When people entered the temple, they heard the order:
“Leave your bags with misfortunes at the entrance.” Now go and take the one you like.
But instead of taking someone else’s knot, everyone hurried to grab their own. The peasant also rushed to his bag with all his might, worrying that someone could take his.
As a result, each person left the temple carrying his own burden.
At the same time, everyone was happy, returning home with her.
The peasant was also pleased, thinking that the misfortunes in other people’s bags could be much worse than his own.