Favorite parables

[Matt]

SEEDS
At night I had a strange dream: as if a new store had opened on the main square of our city, the sign of which read: "Gifts of God." I entered. One angel served customers. I asked in surprise:

“What are you selling, angel?”

- I offer any gifts from God.

- Are they very expensive?

- No, for free.

I looked at the shelves, clogged with amphora of love, bottles of faith, packages of hope, salvation boxes and a lot of other goods, took courage and made my order:

- Give me, please, more love, a bottle of faith, a box of salvation and everything else a little.

I was very surprised when an angel handed me one small bag.

- Can not be! It's all? I asked the angel.

- Yes all. God never gives ripe ripe fruit. He gives only small seeds, and it depends only on you whether you grow them or not.

 

[Matt]

FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
“Mullah,” Nasruddin was asked, “why do friends become enemies so easily?” But enemies are much more difficult to turn into friends.

“That is the nature of things,” Nasruddin answered. - Think for yourself which is easier: to build a house or destroy it? Blind a jug or smash it? Earn money or waste?

- Is it difficult to return the broken friendship?

The mullah took a clay jug and threw it on the floor. The jug broke into large and small shards.

“Now glue it,” Mulla simply said.

 

[Матушкин Андрей Николаевич]

Thank!

 

[Дмитрий Никитин]

Thank...

 

[secrets]

Thank!

 

[Плотников Юрий Михайлович]

Thank!

 

[Хагани]

thank

 

[Детектив-Молдова]

Thanks to the author!

I really liked the saying:
" Wisdom never gets old.
Knowledge is passed from generation to generation, it is passed from hand to hand, whereas wisdom everyone must discover for himself .
Knowledge is a burden. Wisdom cannot be passed on to anyone else. This is its charm and advantage.
You must find it yourself and it will always be your personal experience - new, fresh, full of vitality. "

 

[Детективное агентство Тула]

Mitya

He lived in the village of Mitya.
Hefty such a bull, under two meters, an oblique fathom in the shoulders, one trouble is a fool. Moreover, he didn’t just, say, study poorly or think tightly, no - he was just an idiot, and as it should be in such cases - with a medical certificate - it seems that the disabled person is of the second group. In his 30 years of reason, he had no more than a 2-year-old baby. I could not speak plainly - only single words and that is slurred. Our paramedic, and then a nurse Polina Ivanovna, took him from the boarding school as a child.

He was completely harmless, he could perform the most uncomplicated work - "bring this, take this out." He loved to play with young children, and adolescents usually avoided - they teased him, and often beat him. He never rebuffed, covered his head with his hands and cried soundlessly. Never complained.

You will ask him sometime: “To wash, how are you?”

She smiles at her mouth full of pinches.

- Good! - and the thumb shows, and then with effort: - And you somehow?

And already glad - uttered such difficult words. Then you can tell him anything - he will listen carefully. You tell him, they say, frogs fly low today, crocodiles do not grow well, and now there are crop failures on the collective farm. Nods, it is important, sedate, neither give nor take our chairman listens to the report. Everyone chokes with laughter, and he is pleased that everyone is happy, and then he laughs most of all.

In June 89, Polina Ivanovna died, and the day after the funeral, Mitya disappeared. They searched for him for a week, could not find him, they said - either the gypsies took him away, or he himself went away from the longing wherever his eyes were looking.

And then the two little brothers Potapovs (one of seven years, the second of five years) admitted that without the permission of the elders went swimming in the river. And they went aside so that they would not be seen from the road, and there, near the shore, a deep whirlpool. They foolishly and climbed, at first the youngest began to sink, then the elder rushed to pull out, but there was little sense.

It was incomprehensible how Mitka saw them, how he was wearing clothes in a whirlpool, and how he put small kittens ashore, but he himself did not come out of the water. The men who pulled out Mitin’s corpse said they hooked on his trouser leg with a snag. So he stood there in full growth, raising his hands - as if waiting for someone to notice him.

Mitya was buried in the whole village.

Only then did everyone recognize his surname, which was written in his passport: Mitya Angel.

 

[secrets]

Unfortunately, not everyone has such a surname ....