A makha found himself suddenly widowed.  After knocking around his big empty house for a few weeks, he said to himself:

"I'm a rich successful man, I deserve a young and pretty plaything to amuse me in my declining years."

He summoned the shadkhen and handed him a generous annuity and said:

"Find a bride worthy of a man of my position."

A day later the shadkhen returned, and introduced the makha to a grizzled and wrinkled old lady with a hunched back and a giant wart on her nose. Embarrassed, he quickly kissed her boney hand, then grabbed the shadkhen by the collar and pulled him a few steps away.

"What are you doing to me?" He hissed in his ear, "I paid you all that money and you bring me this old crone with a khoikeh!"

The chadkin looked at him with surprise in his eyes and responded:

"You don't have whisper, she's deaf too."