Friends, today I want to share a wonderful parable about 1,000 balls in the poetic form of Sergei Viazemsky Pancheshnogo.
Deep in their Indeed, reflecting the essence of the existence of most people on the planet, but in the meantime life goes on and the clock is ticking. Listen to lesson the old man, reflecting the great wisdom!
Tom took many weeks.express my deep gratitude to his mentor and founder of site World Positives Konstantin Nikulin for kindly providing material.
I, as usual in the morning
drank strong coffee from a glass
and radio. And there
his work, voicing an opinion,
Slowly spoken old.
listened, and a minute later
I fly to the receiver pressed.
«... Imagine that his work
you give away day and night.
one work live -
From the home you're running away.
and let you even get paid a lot,
But, read Das Kapital.
For all of you are being asked strongly -
healthy, sick or tired.
Anytime can cause
without explanation.
You say: "According to our lives
All live, I'm not alone!»
And if you think about it, what is happiness?
In Friendship Or family? In an infinite
the authorities,
or love on the side?
Let me suggest an idea,
in which I understood one thing,
How to keep what we have,
Premnozhit, God what is given.
Let's calculate:
Tell me, how do we live?
to so, from one end to the other.
And how many years we type?
It turned out, on average - seven of ten,
five years to add - here it is time!
get someone without a trace,
And someone will take the surpluses.
Now take all of our years
And how much will be there for a week?
They all - Victories and sorrows,
They laugh and bitter loss!
Three nine hundred - consider further,
And how many of them have lived?
rakish, wise, valiant il.
I do not come back, it was before.
When I began to think about it,
I was fifty-five.
not help you become a poet,
To fetch more on!
Two nine hundred missing in the past.
left thousands weeks!
Bad, neutral, good Ile,
be known. How? Come check it out!
And in the office supply store,
for the remainder of his period,
I bought a lot of balls.
but thousands do not have in store.
They pour into the jar. Once a week
One pulled out from the others.
And I began to love that I have,
A fine was appreciate the success.
No more money in the world generally,
than to see how your year
Go to any limit,
And you're waiting for Doomsday! »
I listened in silence, knowing
What he tends to talk.
And I remember still,
As I sat there listening to him.
«Week walked through decreased
balls that put the bank.
But, I did not upset
At the time I just lived!
Daryl warmth to your loved ones,
I tried most of them to be.
Went to the movies, shopping,
loved, he gave himself to love.
And now the ball Last
from banks pulled their own.
But I live and it's time
God's gift to me. Believe
my listener, my account was over.
And thanks from me
For each moment, the light of day, the darkness of night,
Because I live, love!
I do not regret anything.
After all, I'm sure
live life as it should, to the end I could.
man lived, and they have!!! »
What could I say? As usual
I wanted to escape his office,
Then with your friends by force of habit
Two parties in the pool play.
But instead, and woke up
his wife,
looked into his eyes and smiled,
and dreams, though in reality.
«Get up, - I told her - we're going
with children walking in the woods for a picnic.
run away from everyone, friends, neighbors,
And there we do shish kebab!
We will spend the weekend
Far from this hassle.
And next we will be relatives,
only our children, you and me.
But before we go into the woods,
to roll, run around and joke,
Let's Shop'll pick -
I have to buy balls! »
Good luck to you and your business!
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