The Magical Coat of Aldar Kosei Fairy Tale

In such a biting frost, only a person wearing a fox fur coat or a wolf fur jacket might not feel the cold. As for Aldar Kose, he would shiver every day in his badly tattered coat with a hole in it.
One day, while wandering in the vast steppe, he became extremely cold. His limbs went numb, his face turned pale, and he longed for a warm house to take shelter in.
The howling cold wind cruelly pinched the tips of his ears, nearly taking his breath away. No village with smoke rising could be seen nearby.
No matter how much he urged his thin horse with the whip, it barely moved. It just bobbed its head slightly and trotted on like a dog.
“A bad horse is a road's misfortune. I still have quite a distance to go. The dog's barking can't be heard. If I don't freeze to death in this frozen wilderness, that would be a miracle,” he muttered to himself.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a horseman appeared. Noticing the reins of the horse, he realized that the owner was a wealthy man. The man, who seemed to be steaming with warmth, opened his coat and began to hum a tune.
The travelers greeted each other and inquired about each other's well-being.
The rich man was shivering, even in his fox fur coat. Meanwhile, Aldar Kose, wearing his hat tilted to one side, spoke cheerfully as if he were basking in the sun.
— What, are you not cold? — asked the rich man.
— If anyone is cold, it must be you! Whoever wears my coat is always warm and cozy, — replied Aldar Kose.
— Impossible! — exclaimed the rich man.
— What, can’t you see?!
— What is there not to see? I see: a hole!
— That’s the point, the hole. The wind that enters through one hole quickly escapes through the other. The warmth stays with me.
“Somehow, I must get his coat,” thought the rich man.
“Oh, how I wish I could get that fur coat!” dreamed Aldar Kose.
— Would you sell me your coat? — asked the rich man.
— I won't sell it! I’d freeze to death without it! — replied Aldar. — You won’t freeze to death. Instead, I’ll give you my coat. It’s just as warm.
Aldar Kose looked down on the rich man as if he were someone who hadn’t even heard his offer. But his eyes were fixed on the rich man’s fox fur coat.
— I’ll even throw in some money along with my coat — the rich man tempted.
— I don’t need money. If you give me your horse instead, I might consider it.
Delighted, the rich man immediately agreed. He took off his coat and dismounted from his horse.
Aldar Kose put on the rich man’s coat, mounted the rich man’s swift horse, and took off, racing against the whistling wind.
Now, it wasn’t hard for Aldar Kose to travel from one village to another. He had a fast horse beneath him and a warm coat on his shoulders. At every house, people would ask him:
— Where did you get this marvelous fox coat and swift horse?
— I traded a coat with seventy-seven holes and seventy-eight patches for them.
The people laughed at the story of the foolish rich man who exchanged a good coat for a bad one and a swift horse for a clumsy one.

When the laughter had subsided a bit, Aldar Kose said:

He knows the distance of the road, he knows the bitterness and sweetness of the food! — he said.