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Track eight. Read and listen to the tale.

A sense of theft.

Once upon a time, a poor young woman named Zina lived opposite a bakery.

Everyone in the village loved Zina because she was kind and generous.

The baker's name was Mordecai.

Everyone loved Mordecai's cakes and pies, but he was a stingy man.

Zina loved the smells coming from the shop.

She didn't have much money, so every morning she opened her window

and smelled the mouth -watering smells of bread, cakes, and pies.

Ah, so delicious, she said.

One morning, Rachel saw Zina smelling the bread.

Rachel was a really gossipy woman.

She ran to the bakery and said.

Zina says she doesn't need to eat your cakes and bread.

And why not?

Asked Mordecai.

She can smell them, so she doesn't need to eat them, Rachel said.

What?

Mordecai shouted angrily.

He ran to the judge and told him about Zina.

I want money from Zina because she smelled my bread and cakes.

On the same day, the judge called Zina to court.

Zina walked into the courthouse.

Did you smell the baker's cakes and pies?

Ask the judge.

Zina said, I did your honor.

In the morning, I opened my windows and smelled all of them.

And tell me, Zina, what's in that bag you are carrying?

Ask the judge.

I have got all my money in it.

It's not very much, she said.

The judge said, Zina, you are guilty.

Everybody stopped talking.

There was complete silence in the courtroom.

Zina's face became red with shame.

And now Zina, said the judge, you will shake your bag.

Your honor, I don't understand.