Favorite parables

[Евгений СБ]

Thank. Instructive.

 

[Частный детектив. Владивосток.]

A man, a horse and a dog walked along the road. Lightning hit them and incinerated, but they did not notice that they had died and continued on.
Suddenly, a beautiful gate appeared in front of them with a marble portal and a garden behind them, a man asked the guard guarding the gate: “what is this place and is it possible to drink water here?”.
The guard answered: “This is Paradise, but animals are not allowed to enter here, if you want, you can leave the animals behind the gates, you yourself can quench your thirst and forever remain living in this beautiful garden!”
The man did not want to part with the horse and the dog and decided to continue his journey, although thirst tormented him.
Soon they met another garden, the gates of this garden looked like a gate and no one guarded them ... ... ... in the depths of the garden, a guard lay under a tree.
The man asked him: "what is this place and is it possible to drink water here?"
The guard replied: “Of course you can, right in front of you, get a drink from it. And you are now in Paradise. ”
Then the man said in surprise:
“But Paradise was beyond the gates of the marble portal!
“It was Hell,” the guard answered calmly.
- Why do not you forbid them to be called by someone else's name?
- They do us a great service. THERE ARE REMAINING THOSE WHO ARE ABLE TO BETTER FRIENDS.

 

[Частный детектив. Владивосток.]

Once upon a time, an old Indian told his grandson a life truth.
- Inside each person there is a struggle very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil:
- envy, jealousy, regret, selfishness, ambition, falsehood:
Another wolf represents good:
- peace, love, hope, courtesy, truth, kindness, fidelity.
The little Indian, touched to the core by the words of his grandfather, thought for a few moments, and then asked:
“And which wolf wins in the end?”
The face of the old Indian was touched by a barely perceptible smile and he answered.
- The wolf you feed always wins ...

 

[Частный детектив. Владивосток.]

"This is not a story. So, a sketch from nature.

More than once probably watched wheelchairs and beggars in Moscow traffic jams on long traffic lights? Here. The day before yesterday I saw exactly such a picture in a snowy frosty forest near Moscow.

When a dozen two cars lined up at a closed crossing, two got up from the opposite curb, crossed an empty oncoming lane, and began a detour. Directly axial. Where they came from here, on a remote automatic crossing, where even the caretaker's booth was boarded up for a long time, is not clear. We worked calmly, competently, without fuss, through the car. In bulk, while it passes, the train. Tactics are completely traditional. The beggar simply stopped at the driver’s door, and looked through his glass with sad, watery eyes. If nothing happened for a minute, he went on, going around his colleague, who also drilled the neighboring carrier with an unobtrusive indifferent look.

Sometimes the glass of a car dropped for a second, and a hand appeared from there. Or alms just flew on axial dusted with snow. Still, the temperature difference of half a hundred almost degrees overboard and inside is not conducive to conventions. And the beggars were not scrupulous, willingly and without emotion picking handouts from the asphalt.

Probably those who regularly travel here, this couple was not new. And I watched with curiosity. Exactly until then I watched with curiosity until the line reached me. It’s very, you know, it was very difficult to withstand this calm, attentive and expressionless look.
I wanted to open the glass and shout, “Well, nothing! Nothing to help you bro! Nothing to give! "

There was nothing to give me the truth. Otherwise, I would certainly give. I even spread my arms and how I could express regret on the face.
But she drove the cruiser standing right behind me, which the second hobbled, could not stand it. He stuck a shaved head off the window and shouted in despair, “Well, I forgot, bro!
Do you understand ?! Forgot bitch spun !!! I'm on my way back, b% I will, I will pay off! I’ll go to the Penguin, buy a barbecue. ”Then he was calmer, somehow sad, added:“ Oh, trouble! I would, b %%% b, give money. But you won’t take it. ”

Fortunately, the bumpers finally clanged here, the barrier went up, and the beggars as if on command returned to their place. They sat on the side of the road and began to look after the receding cavalcade of cars, which was the only source of their existence. And wait for the next train.

A pair of perfectly typical, as dark as two drops of water, dark gray shaggy homeless mutts ... "

 

[Селебрити]

Fine)))

 

[Евгений СБ]

Our sad reality.

 

[Саратов-Алиби]

“But Paradise was beyond the gates of the marble portal!
- It was Hell - THERE ARE REMAINING THOSE WHO ARE ABLE TO BETTER FRIENDS.

"Ah yes Vadim, ah yes ........... !!! But no, it's about Pushkin, though .........
CREDIT !!!
I allow myself to rephrase one statement: Proverb, but in it a HINT ...........................
OUR reality is true ..........................

 

[Частный детектив Днепр]

Sincerely ...

 

[Плотников Юрий Михайлович]

Thank. Well done!

 

[Детективное агентство ИКС-Инфо.]

Two monks walked around the monastery garden, suddenly one of them saw a snail and crushed it.
Another was indignant, believing that his companion was wrong. To resolve their dispute, they came to the abbot.
The abbot first tasted the first monk, and he explained:
“I crushed the snail because it is a pest that eats our monastery cabbage, and we all work hard to grow it.”
“Yes, you're right,” said the abbot.
“But the snail is a living creature, which is a sin to kill, another objected.”
“Yes, and you're right,” said the abbot.
Then a third monk came up who heard the whole conversation, and he also turned to the abbot:
“How so, father, and to one and the other you say that they are right, but it cannot be that they are both right!”
“Yes, and you are also right,” said the abbot.