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Hello, dear visitors of the Orthodox island “Family and Faith”!
Here is an amazing book: “Little parables for children and adults. Volume 1", written by the Russian writer, poet and playwright - monk Barnabas (Sanin).
Parables are a special genre that is very rare not only in Russian, but throughout world literature. Short allegorical and instructive stories enable a person to look at his shortcomings from the outside, think about eternal values, and help find answers to various questions of our existence.
Monk Barnabas (Evgeniy Sanin), having created in his parables an amazing fusion of high spirituality and morality with folk wisdom, at the same time managed to write them in a very capacious, fascinating, intelligible language, which allows these instructive stories to be read not only by adults, but also by children.
Monk Barnabas (Sanin)
SMALL PARABLES FOR CHILDREN AND ADULTS. Volume-1
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REAL LOVE
U I saw a beautiful lily on the shore of a pool. And he decided, at any cost, to take possession of her.
What he didn’t offer the beauty: a ride on his fast waves, the gentle coolness of the water in the unbearable heat and a whole whirlpool of all kinds of entertainment and pleasure.
The beauty hesitated.
The bug that hopelessly loved her noticed this and began to dissuade her:
- He will destroy you! You'll be lost!
Just where there!
“He’s so strong, beautiful and all sort of mysterious...” Lily objected. - No, I guess I’ll still accept his offer!
- Ah well? - the bug cried. “Well then, look what awaits you if you do this!”
And he, folding his wings, rushed to the surface of the whirlpool, which immediately mercilessly swirled, spun him, and soon disappeared forever from the eyes of the lily, who only now understood what true love is...
ENVY
P Envy went to the store with some money to buy some bread.
He looks and there is a guy buying a pie for a ruble...
And so the envy came out of the store!
She then decided to at least drink water from the well. She took the biggest tub so that everyone would envy her!
And at the well, the man’s wife – light buckets, painted rockers...
She threw away her envy and completely ran away from the village - without food, without drink...
She lay down on a higher hill and began to envy herself that there was a time when she did not envy anyone...
PROUD WIND
Z The wind blew out the candle and became proud:
- Now I can pay off everything! Even the sun!
A wise man heard him, made a windmill and said:
- What a miracle - the sun! Even the night can extinguish it. Try to stop this wheel!
And, with all his strength, he spun the large, heavy wheel.
The wind blew once, blew again - but the wheel did not stop. On the contrary, the more he blew, the more it spun.
Flour flowed into the smart man's bags, and he began to live: he himself was in abundance, and do not forget the poor!
And the wind, they say, still blows on this wheel. Where exactly? Yes, wherever there is room for pride!
REPENTANCE
U a man fell into a deep abyss.
He lies wounded and dies...
Friends came running. They tried, holding each other, to go down to his aid, but they almost fell into it themselves.
Mercy has arrived. He lowered the ladder into the abyss, but - oh!.. - it doesn’t reach all the way!
The good deeds once done by man arrived and threw down a long rope. But the rope is also short...
They also tried in vain to save a person: his great fame, big money, power...
Finally, repentance arrived. It extended its hand. The man grabbed it and... climbed out of the abyss!
- How did you do it? - Everyone was surprised.
But there was no time to respond to repentance.
It was rushing to other people whom only it could save...
CONSCIENCE
R I told a person’s conscience that he was wrong, another, a third...
On the fourth he decided to get rid of her. Not for a day or two - forever!
I thought and thought about how to do this, and came up with an idea...
“Come on,” he says, “conscience, play hide and seek!”
“No,” she says. - You will deceive me anyway - you will peep!
Then the man pretended to be completely ill and said:
“I’m sick for some reason... Bring me some milk from the cellar!”
My conscience could not refuse him this. I went down to the cellar. And the man jumped out of bed - and closed it!
He called his friends in joy and with a light heart: he deceived one, offended another, and when they began to be offended, he completely kicked them all out. And no remorse for you, no reproaches - your soul is good, calm.
Good, good, but only a day passed, then another, and something began to be missing for the person. And a month later he realized what - conscience! And then such melancholy fell upon him that he could not stand it and opened the lid of the cellar.
“Okay,” he says, “come out!” Just don't give orders now!
And in response - silence.
He went down to the cellar: here, here - there is no conscience anywhere!
Apparently, he really got rid of her forever...
The man began to sob: “How can I live without a conscience now?”
- Here am I…
To rejoice, the man called his friends, apologized and gave them such a feast!
Everyone thought it was his birthday and congratulated him on it. But he did not refuse, and his conscience did not object. And not at all because I was afraid of ending up in the basement again.
After all, if you look at it, that’s how it all happened!
WHO IS STRONGER?
Sh whether there is good and evil along the way. Two men met them.
“Let’s test,” says evil, “which of us is stronger?”
- Let's! - agreed goodness, who does not know how to object. - But as?
“Let these two men fight for us,” says evil, “I will make one of them strong, rich, but evil!”
- Fine! - says good. - And I am different - weak and poor, but kind!
No sooner said than done.
Instantly one man found himself on a horse, wearing rich clothes. And the other one is in rags, and even with a stick...
- Get out of my way! - the man turned into a rich man shouted at him, hit him with a whip and quickly galloped home to count the money.
The one made poor sighed and silently trudged behind.
- Yeah! – Evil rejoiced. – Is it clear now which of us is stronger?
“Wait,” says kindly. – Everything is easy and fast for you, but not for long. And if I do something, it’s forever!
And this is what happened. For a long time, no, the poor man walked, but suddenly he saw that the rich man was lying under the horse that had fallen on him and could not get up. He's already wheezing, choking...
A poor man approached him. And he felt so sorry for the man who was dying that where did the strength come from! He threw away the stick, strained himself and helped the unfortunate man free himself.
The rich man shed tears. He doesn’t know how to thank the poor.
“I,” he says, “I whipped you, and you saved my life!” Let's come live with me. Now you will be my brother instead of me!
Two men left. And evil says:
- What are you doing, good? She promised to make her little man weak, but he was able to lift such a heavy horse! If so, then I won!
But the good didn’t even argue. After all, it did not know how to object - even to evil.
But since then, good and evil do not go together. And if they walk along the same road, then only in different directions!
OLD ROAD
N It didn’t begin to carry people’s strength on itself along the country road.
They've been trampling on it for a hundred years, trampling on it: it's time to retire - she knew about pensions from those who walked along it all their lives. And who needs it: now more and more highways and asphalt are in fashion!
The road curled up and lay down to rest on the sidelines.
People came out the next morning: there was no road!
What should I do? What to do?..
You can’t walk on the asphalt - the asphalt couldn’t withstand the spring streams, it’s all cracked, and now they’ll be resurfacing it until the fall.
The highway is also soft, sticky in the heat. This is how the soles stick to it.
The road saw this, sighed and - nothing can be done! — began to serve people again.
WATERCOLOR PAINTS
U The watercolor paints knew that they were going to be diluted with water, and they were indignant:
- Why can’t we handle it ourselves?
“No,” she said, tired of rubbing even the softest brush over dry paints.
- You can’t handle it! – confirmed the paper, which has seen a lot in its time.
But the artist said nothing.
He diluted the paints with water and painted a picture.
Such that everyone was satisfied.
And first of all, the watercolor paints themselves!
TWO BOGATYRS
E the hero roamed across the field.
Helmet, armor, shield, spear, mace and even a sword in a sheath...
An old monk meets you.
A faded scarf on his head, a patched cassock, and a rosary in his hands.
- Be healthy, honest father!
- And you, baby, don’t get sick! Where are you going?
- To the war. And you?
- And I’m already at war. Like you, I don’t even need to look for her!
The two heroes looked at each other with understanding.
And they hurried to save Rus' from visible and invisible enemies!
ICON
TO They were looking at paintings of icons in the museum and didn’t understand anything:
“And why did they hang her among us?” No bright colors, no beauty of movement, no vividness of the image! Right, black square?
But the black square did not answer. Behind silence he hid his complete emptiness and therefore was known as the wisest and even mysterious. Moreover, due to his price, he was very rich, and therefore even more respected.
The icon itself was very upset. And not at all with these gossip addressed to you. And the fact that people walked past and just looked at her.
But she was created not to be looked at, but to be prayed in front of her!
Parables of the owl Anfisa. Parables for children are short and understandable stories that contain wisdom
“How you stopped a magpie from stealing”
At the edge of the forest, behind the same oak tree that reaches its top into the sky, the owl Anfisa lives in a crevice in the rock. The animals go to her every now and then for advice, since there is probably no one in the world wiser than Anfisa!
Hey, magpie, what is that glittering in your beak? – One day an owl asks its neighbor.
“Ky-kysh, ky-ky, ky-ky,” muttered the magpie.
Then she sat down on a branch and carefully placed a tiny ring next to her:
I say, I stole a trinket from the bunny.
Anfisa looks, and the neighbor beams with pleasure.
When will you stop stealing, shameless one? – she hooted menacingly.
But the magpies are already gone. She flew off to hide her treasure... Anfisa thought and thought about how to teach the villain a lesson, and then decided to turn to the bear.
Listen, Prokop Prokopovich, I have something to do with you. Take the chest with the stolen “wealth” from the magpie. I have long noticed in which clearing she hides it. But I would never be able to lift it myself - forty years ago it has filled it to capacity!
What should I do with him? – the clubfoot scratched the back of his head.
It’s okay,” Anfisa grinned, “let it stay in your den for now...
Less than an hour had passed before the magpie alarmed the entire forest.
Guard! Robbed! Villains! – she shouted loudly, circling over the clearing.
Here Anfisa says to her:
Do you see, neighbor, how unpleasant it is to be robbed?
The magpie shyly covered her eyes with her wing and remained silent. And the owl teaches:
Don't do to others what you don't want for yourself.
Since then, forty has not taken anyone else's. The animals, rejoicing at the things they found, threw such a feast in Prokop Prokopovich’s den that the clubfoot still cannot drive them out...
"Terrible punishment"
One day the hedgehog came to the owl Anfisa and began to complain about her beloved son:
My mischievous boy constantly strives to run away alone into the depths of the forest! And, you know, Anfisa, how dangerous this is! I told him a thousand times not to leave the nest without my father and me. It's all to no avail...
So come up with some kind of punishment for him,” the owl advised.
But the hedgehog sighed sadly:
I can not. He told me that week: “Since you scold and punish me constantly, it means you don’t love me!”
Anfisa almost fell off the branch from such stupidity. Then she hooted busily several times and said:
Go home, little hedgehog, and tell your son that now he can do anything, and you will never punish him. And when evening comes, I’ll fly to visit you...
So they did. As soon as the first stars lit up in the sky, the owl spread its wings and hurried to the other end of the forest. I flew up to a familiar bush, under which a family of hedgehogs lived, and there it was! The hedgehog has fluffed up its thorns with happiness and is happily jumping around the nest. The hedgehog wails, shedding burning tears. And only dad the hedgehog, as always, calmly, reads the newspaper. He already knows that if the owl gets down to business, then everything will be fine.
Why are you making such a noise here? – Anfisa hooted, approaching the hedgehog.
My mom allows me everything now! – he exclaimed joyfully, “And he won’t punish you for anything again!” Eh, I’ll go conquer the forest now! I’ll go around all the nooks and crannies, I’ll crawl under every bush! After all, there are so many interesting things around... And I don’t need adults, I’m now my own boss!
The owl tilted its head to the side and said thoughtfully:
A terrible horror, a terrible nightmare... A worse punishment in the whole wide world cannot be found...
“What is this, owl,” the hedgehog was surprised, “didn’t you understand or what?” Now, on the contrary, everything is possible for me!
Anfisa narrowed her huge eyes and said:
How stupid you are! This is the worst punishment - when your parents stop raising you! Have you heard what happened to the hare whose mother did not punish him for lying? The big-eared one lied so much that the whole forest laughed at him, it was a shame to show his nose out of the hole.
The hedgehog became thoughtful, and the owl continued:
Oh, have you heard about our bear? Prokop Prokopovich's whole family lives in the city. Both parents and brothers work in the circus - real stars! He alone was not accepted there. Do you know how offended he is? And, all just because he didn’t like to train since childhood. I even avoided exercising. The bear took pity on him and turned a blind eye to everything. And now our clubfoot dreams of a circus, but no one takes him there - he’s too clumsy.
Here the hedgehog dad decided to intervene in the conversation:
That's okay! But what happened to the raccoon...
The adults looked at each other meaningfully. The hedgehog, who was even scared to imagine what happened to the poor raccoon, plaintively asked:
I don’t need such a terrible punishment! Let it be better as before...
The owl nodded:
A wise decision. And remember, little hedgehog: whoever your parents love, they punish. Because they want to save you from harm!
The hedgehog kissed her subdued son on the nose and sat the owl down at the table. They began to have tea and chat about all sorts of trifles. They were having so much fun that the hedgehog suddenly thought: “Why did I run away from my parents all the time? It's so good at home..."
"About the Fox and the Squirrel"
Everyone in the forest knew that the squirrel was a real craftsman. If you want, he will make an ikebana from dried flowers, or if you want, he will weave a garland from cones. But one day she decided to make herself beads from acorns. Yes, they turned out so beautiful – you can’t take your eyes off them! The squirrel went to show off in front of all the animals. They are amazed and praise the needlewoman... Only the fox is dissatisfied.
Why are you, redhead, depressed? - Anfisa the owl asks her.
Yes, the squirrel ruined the whole mood! – she answers, “He walks around here, you know, and brags!” We need to be more modest! Now, if I had some new thing, I would sit quietly in my hole and be happy. And, walking through the forest and wondering is the last thing...
Anfisa didn’t say anything to this. She flapped her wings and flew towards the stream. There, behind a rotten stump, lived her friend - a spider.
Help, the owl tells him, to weave a cape for the fox.
The spider grumbled for order and agreed:
Come back in three days, it will be ready. I can even weave a whole forest with cobwebs, for me some kind of cape is nothing!
And, indeed, three days later he showed Anfisa such a marvelous shawl that she took her breath away with delight! The owl gave the fox a gift, but she couldn’t believe her luck:
Is this for me, or what? Yes, now I’ll be the most beautiful in the forest!
Before Anfisa had time to open her beak, the red-haired rogue threw a shawl over her shoulders, jumped out of the hole, and rushed to brag to everyone in the area:
And, dear animals, I have a cape that cannot be found in any forest! Now the squirrel with his beads is no match for me!
So until late at night the fox visited friends and acquaintances until he became hoarse. Then an owl approached her and asked:
Redhead, weren’t you the one who recently taught: “We need to be more modest! Now, if I had some new thing, I would sit quietly in my hole and be happy. And, walking through the forest and wondering is the last thing?
The fox blinked once, blinked again, but didn’t know what to answer:
What is this, Anfisushka?! How can I do this?!
The owl raised its wing and hooted:
This, redhead, is a well-known wisdom: if you condemn someone, you will soon commit the same act!
The fox tucked its tail and whispered:
I understood everything, Anfisushka...
I probably really did understand. Because no one else heard the fox condemning anyone. And, the spider has since become a famous fashion designer.
“Like a firefly wanted to become a beaver”
Anfisa the Owl once noticed that a firefly had gotten into the habit of flying to the river in the evenings. She decided to follow him. One day he watches, then another... Oh, the firefly doesn’t do anything special: it sits under a tree and admires the work of the beaver. “This is all strange,” Anfisa thought, but she decided not to pester the firefly with questions. However, soon a real commotion began in the forest.
Anfisa, what in the world is going on?! – the ladybug was indignant, “Last week the firefly got some paint somewhere and painted the same spots on its back as mine!” Ah, I don’t need such a relative!
Just think, it’s news,” the forest bee interrupted the ladybug, “I’m in trouble, I’m in trouble!” This firefly of yours asked to come to our hive. But he doesn’t know how to do anything, and he does more harm than good!
Just as Anfisa had time to listen to them, the fox came running:
Owl, bring this stupid firefly to some sense! He demands from the beaver that he take him as an apprentice. Oh, the beaver is angry - he doesn’t need helpers. There's no chance they'll fight...
Anfisa flew to the river, looked, and the firefly shed burning tears:
Well, what a stupid creature I am! I am of no use! Now, if I were a ladybug... They are beautiful! Or, for example, a bee... They know how to make delicious honey!
And now what? Have you decided to become a beaver? – the owl laughed.
“Aha,” the firefly sobbed, “did you see how deftly he does carpentry?!” Only, he doesn’t want to teach me anything. He says I won’t be able to lift even one log – I’m too small.
The owl listened to him and said:
Come fly to my clearing when it gets dark, I’ll show you something interesting.
The firefly waited until dusk and set off. He arrived, and the owl was already waiting for him.
Look,” he says to him, “who is that hiding in the bushes?”
The firefly took a closer look - and, indeed, behind the tree a little squirrel rustled the dry leaves, and was shaking all over with fear.
Why are you sitting here? – the firefly was surprised.
It’s so dark,” the little squirrel whispers, “so I’m lost.”
Then the firefly turned on his flashlight and commanded:
Follow me, I will bless your path!
While he was seeing off the little squirrel, he also met a little fox. He also had to be taken home. And when he returned to Anfisa, she said to him:
Well? Do you understand now that everyone has their own purpose? While you were offended that you were born a firefly, there were so many animals around that needed your help!
So the firefly began to patrol the forest at night. And when no one was lost, he flew to the beaver and complained:
If it weren't for my work, I would help you build a dam. Eh, you and I could start a construction project like this! But, I have no time, friend, no time... You somehow manage yourself!
"Malicious Pest"
Some particularly malicious pest has appeared in the forest. Everyone rushed to the owl Anfisa for advice. Please help us catch this scoundrel!
“He pulled out all the carrots from the garden for me,” the hare whines, “Ah, it’s too early to pick them!” I haven't grown up yet...
Here the wolf roars:
Just wait, big-eared one, with your carrot! My case will be more serious. I was picking berries for a squirrel just now. I collected half a basket, lay down on a hillock to rest, and apparently dozed off. I wake up and my basket is filled to the brim! I think these are miracles! I brought the squirrel a treat, and she squealed: “Grey, are you planning to poison me or what?!” I brought “wolf” berries! They're poisonous!"
The animals giggle, and the wolf scratches the back of his head:
I was embarrassed, owl. Squirrel doesn’t want to talk to me now. Help us find the person who put these berries in the basket! I’ll teach him some sense...
Suddenly a cuckoo came out into the middle of the clearing and said offendedly:
This malicious pest is planning to send me into retirement! I woke up yesterday and there was a clock hanging on a nearby tree! Yes, not simple ones, but with a cuckoo!
Here even the beaver clutched his heart with excitement, and the narrator, switching to a conspiratorial whisper, continued:
So now she cuckoos instead of me, not knowing fatigue! Oh, what do you want me to do? It turns out that no one needs me in the forest anymore?!
Anfisa looked around at all the animals and hooted:
Don't worry, I'll find your pest by evening.
And, as soon as everyone had gone about their business, the owl flew straight to the bear. While the clumsy man was pouring tea into cups, Anfisa said to him:
Why are you, Prokop Prokopovich, turning into a villain? You prevent the hare from growing carrots, and you slip poisonous berries to the wolf. I decided to retire the old cuckoo...
The bear froze:
How did you guess it was me?
The owl just waved its wing:
What's there to guess? You weren't the only one at our meeting. So, why are you doing nasty things to everyone?
The clubfoot slammed the table and even the samovar jumped:
They come up with everything! I tried for them... I just felt sorry for the hare, so I decided to help him collect the harvest. How was I supposed to know that the carrot hadn't grown yet? Oh, I was specifically looking for “wolf” berries. I thought that since they were wolves, that means wolves should love them... So, while the gray one was sleeping, I walked around the entire forest with the basket.
Anfisa suddenly became worried:
Oh, why did you hang the clock on the tree? Where did you even get them?
So this... I borrowed it from the village doctor,” the bear became embarrassed, “They were hanging on the wall in his bedroom.” You must understand, Anfisa, I wanted the cuckoo to rest. Otherwise she’s all “peek-a-boo” and “peek-a-boo”! Who knew that cuckooing was a joy for her?!
The owl drank her tea and advised:
You, Prokop Prokopovich, always think. Even if you are going to help someone. After all, there is no virtue without reasoning!
The animals, of course, forgave the bear. But they forced me to return the watch. Clubfoot, remembering Anfisa's advice, tried to walk around the village on tiptoe so that no one would notice him. Well, last time both the doctor and his wife had to be treated with valerian. We caught some shy ones...
"Medal for the Woodpecker"
On a fine spring day, a woodpecker flew to the owl Anfisa. He was beaming with joy:
Give me a medal, friend!
For what merit? – the owl calmly clarified.
The woodpecker pulled out from behind his back some huge scroll, covered with writing from top to bottom, and said busily:
For good deeds! Look at the list I made.
You can bake a blueberry pie and treat it to your friends. You can wake up early and help the bees collect nectar. You can go to the river, find a sad frog, and cheer him up.
Then the owl faltered and said uncertainly:
You can take the old lady across the road...Listen, but we don’t have any roads in the forest! Yes, and there are no old ladies either!
Then the woodpecker began to explain that he had read about the old woman in a book. However, it doesn’t even matter whether they are found in the forest or not. The main thing is to figure out how to do good. For this, he actually expected to receive a medal.
Okay,” the owl agreed, “Let’s ask the animals what they think about this.”
The woodpecker was pleased. He was sure that no one could know more about good deeds than he did. After all, he’s been compiling his list all his life. Meanwhile, the owl flew to the fox.
Listen, redhead,” she says to her, “why is your shed askew?”
“He’s getting old, so he’s looking askance,” the fox sighed.
So call the woodpecker. Let him fix it! – Anfisa advised.
Then she visited the hare, the squirrel and her bosom friend the hedgehog. The owl advised everyone to turn to the woodpecker for help. And, three days later, Anfisa called a meeting in the clearing.
“On the agenda,” she hooted solemnly, “is the question of awarding the woodpecker a medal for good deeds!”
Then the animals screamed:
What more! You can’t ask him for snow in winter!
“He didn’t want to fix my shed,” the fox was indignant.
And he didn’t help us with the squirrel,” the hare confirmed.
“Oh, he didn’t even talk to me,” the hedgehog admitted with offense.
The woodpecker was confused and began to make excuses:
But, I have a list... I know about all, all, all the good deeds in the world... I even learned them by heart!
The owl explains to him:
It’s not enough just to know something good. This definitely needs to be done!
The woodpecker was grieving that he was not given a medal. And then I thought: “The owl said it right. We need to help others." And, he set out on his exploits - he decided to do everything exactly according to the list. Was he wrong to compose it? True, grandmothers are not found in the forest. But, if even one comes across, he will certainly put her through something!
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Nails
An instructive parable about friendship for children. A short story about an angry boy and his father will tell you how important it is to control your anger and not offend your friends.
Once upon a time there was a boy with a terrible character. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him to hammer a nail into the garden fence every time he lost his temper and quarreled with someone. On the first day the boy hammered 37 nails. Over the next weeks he tried to hold back, and the number of nails hammered decreased day by day. It turned out that holding back is easier than hammering nails...
Finally the day came when the boy did not hammer a single nail into the fence. Then he went to his father and told about it. And his father told him to pull out one nail from the fence for every day that he did not lose patience.
Days passed after days, and finally the boy was able to tell his father that he had pulled out all the nails from the fence. The father brought his son to the fence and said:
My son, you behaved well, but look at these holes in the fence. She will never be the same again. When you argue with someone and say things that can hurt, you inflict a wound like this on the other person. You can stick a knife into a person and then pull him out, but the wound will still remain.
No matter how many times you ask for forgiveness, the wound will remain. A mental wound brings as much pain as a physical one. Friends are rare jewels, they bring you a smile and joy. They are ready to listen to you when you need it, they support you and open their hearts to you. Try not to hurt them...
Caesar and the doctor
The amazing parable about Caesar and his devoted doctor will once again remind you: never doubt your friends if your friendship has been tested over the years.
Caesar had the only person and friend whom he trusted: his doctor. Moreover, if he was sick, he took medicine only when the doctor gave it to him with his own hand.
One day, Caesar was not feeling very well, he received an anonymous note: “Fear your closest friend, your doctor. He wants to poison you!” And after a while the doctor came and gave Caesar some medicine. Caesar gave the note he had received to his friend and, while he was reading, drank every drop of the medicinal mixture.
The doctor froze in horror:
Lord, how could you drink what I gave you after you read this?
To which Caesar answered him:
It's better to die than to doubt your friend!
How many friends does a person need?
How many friends do you think you need to have to feel happy? One, two, or maybe several dozen? An interesting parable about friendship from Boris Krumer will aptly answer this rhetorical question and help dot the i’s.
The student came to the Teacher and asked him:
Master, how many friends should a person have - one or many?
“It’s very simple,” the Teacher answered, “pluck me that red apple from the very top branch.”
The student raised his head and answered:
But it hangs very high, Teacher! I can't get it.
Call a friend, let him help you,” answered the Master.
The student called another student and stood on his shoulders.
“I still can’t get it, Teacher,” said the distressed student.
Don't you have any friends anymore? - the Teacher grinned.
The student called more friends, who, groaning, began to climb on each other’s shoulders and backs, trying to build a living pyramid. But the apple hung too high, the pyramid crumbled, and the student was never able to pick the coveted apple.
Then the teacher called him over:
Well, do you understand how many friends a person needs?
Got it, teacher,” said the student, rubbing his bruised side, “a lot - so that together we can solve any problem.”
Yes,” answered the Master, shaking his head sadly, “really, you need a lot of friends.” So that among all this gathering of gymnasts there would be at least one smart person who would think of bringing a ladder!
Most valuable
Have you ever wondered, dear friend, what is most valuable in life? You will find the answer in the following parable about friendship. I'm sure he won't disappoint you.
One person in childhood was very friendly with an old neighbor.
But time passed, college and hobbies appeared, then work and personal life. The young man was busy every minute, and he had no time to remember the past, or even to be with his loved ones.
One day he found out that his neighbor had died - and suddenly remembered: the old man taught him a lot, trying to replace the boy’s dead father. Feeling guilty, he came to the funeral.
In the evening, after the burial, the man entered the empty house of the deceased. Everything was the same as many years ago...
But the small golden box, in which, according to the old man, the most valuable thing for him was kept, disappeared from the table. Thinking that one of her few relatives had taken her, the man left the house.
However, two weeks later he received the package. Seeing his neighbor's name on it, the man shuddered and opened the box.
Inside was the same golden box. It contained a gold pocket watch with an engraving: “Thank you for the time you spent with me.”
And he realized that the most valuable thing for the old man was the time spent with his little friend.
Since then, the man tried to devote as much time as possible to his wife and son.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths. It is measured by the number of moments that make us hold our breath.
Time is running away from us every second. And it needs to be spent right now.
There is so much wisdom, subtlety and meaning in parables... Parables - short wise stories - have always given people a reason to think about the meaning of human life, about the role of man on earth. This is a very effective means of development and education. Parables are like seeds, once they get into the heart of a child they will definitely grow and bear fruit...
Parable "Two Councils"
The fox advised the hedgehog to go to the hairdresser.
“They don’t wear thorns like that anymore,” she says, licking her lips. Now the tortoiseshell hairstyle is in fashion!
The hedgehog listened to the advice and went into the city.
It’s good that an owl flew past him after the fox.
- Then immediately ask yourself to refresh yourself with cucumber lotion and carrot water! - Having learned what was the matter, she said.
- For what? - the hedgehog didn’t understand.
- And so that the fox can eat you more deliciously! - explained the owl. - Before that, your thorns bothered her!
And only then did the hedgehog realize that not every piece of advice, and certainly not everyone giving advice, can be trusted. From the book: Little parables for children and adults.
Parable "The dispute between the wind and the sun"
One day, the angry northern Wind and the Sun started a dispute about which of them was stronger. They argued for a long time and decided to try their power on one traveler.
The wind said: “I’ll rip off his cloak in an instant!” And he began to blow. He blew very hard and for a long time. But the man only wrapped himself tighter in his cloak.
Then the Sun began to warm the traveler. He first lowered his collar, then untied his belt, and then took off his cloak and carried it on his arm. The Sun said to the Wind: “You see: with kindness and affection, you can achieve much more than with violence.”
Parable “Fragile Gifts”
Once upon a time, an old wise man came to one village and stayed to live. He loved children and spent a lot of time with them. He also loved to give them gifts, but only gave them fragile things. No matter how hard the children tried to be careful, their new toys often broke. The children were upset and cried bitterly. Some time passed, the sage again gave them toys, but even more fragile.
One day his parents couldn’t stand it anymore and came to him:
“You are wise and wish only the best for our children.” But why do you give them such gifts? They try their best, but the toys still break and the children cry. But the toys are so beautiful that it’s impossible not to play with them.
“Very few years will pass,” the elder smiled, “and someone will give them his heart.” Maybe this will teach them to handle this priceless gift a little more carefully?
The parable of the nails.
Once upon a time there was a very hot-tempered and unrestrained young man. And then one day his father gave him a bag of nails and punished him to drive one nail into the fence post every time he could not control his anger.
On the first day there were several dozen nails in the pillar. Then he learned to control his anger, and every day the number of nails hammered into the pillar began to decrease. The young man realized that it was easier to control his temperament than to drive nails.
Finally the day came when he never lost his temper. He told his father about this and he said that this time every day, when his son manages to restrain himself, he can pull out one nail from the pillar.
Time passed, and the day came when the young man informed his father that there was not a single nail left in the pillar. Then the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence:
“You did a good job, but do you see how many holes there are in the pillar?” He will never be the same again. When you say something evil to a person, he will have the same scar as these holes. And no matter how many times you apologize after this, the scar will remain.
A parable about truth and lies.
Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree. We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid: “We will get hit at home!” So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.” The father will be afraid and will not scold.
“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.” My mother will be happy and will not scold me.
“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. “It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and there’s no need to invent anything.”
So they all went home. As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, lo and behold, the forest guard was coming.
“No,” he says, “there are wolves in these places.”
The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.
The second one told about his grandfather, and the grandfather was right there - coming to visit. Mother found out the truth. I was angry for the first guilt, and twice as angry for the lie.
And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His mother grumbled at him and forgave him.
If you want to be happy, be it
“Woe is me, woe,” the man sighed, sitting on the bench, and tears rolled down his face in a stream.
- Why are you whining all the time? - the wife got angry. - If you want to be happy, be happy.
- How can I be happy if happiness does not come to me? But misfortunes fall one after another on my poor head. The harvest is not ripe, the roof is leaky, the fence is broken, and my legs hurt. “Oh, woe is me, woe,” the man cried.
Happiness heard these lamentations and took pity on the poor fellow. It decided to look into his house.
Happiness knocked on the window and said: “If you want to be happy, be happy.”
“Wait to cry, look, something is shining in our window,” the wife stopped the man.
— Close the curtains. This light blinds me and prevents me from grieving,” the man told his wife and began to sob again. The wife closed the curtains, sat down next to him on the bench and also began to cry.
Happiness was surprised and flew away.
Parable "The Younger Prince"
The king had three sons. The eldest was a brave warrior and skillfully wielded any weapon. He dreamed of becoming a commander, and the king put him at the head of his army. The middle son wanted to glorify the royal family by building temples and castles. His father agreed with him and gave him money for construction. Only the youngest son upset the king. He did not fight, did not build, but spent his days reading books. The king's youngest son studied the history, languages and customs of different peoples.
- Son, why are you studying the customs and languages of foreign peoples? “You must love your Motherland,” the king often reproached the prince.
The son listened silently to his father, but continued his studies.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, trouble came. The king's neighbors united and declared war. The royal army suffered defeat after defeat. Finally the day of the final battle arrived. In numerous temples, everyone who could not fight prayed to the Lord for salvation.
The day before the battle, the king's youngest son entered the commander's tent.
- Why did you come here, scribe? Leave immediately! Tomorrow there will be a battle! - cried the young commander.
“Yes, son, you don’t belong here,” supported the king, who was also preparing to win or die in the last battle.
The king's youngest son took out the paper and calmly said:
“I spent three days in the enemy camp. The location of the enemy's guns and all their plans are drawn here. Tomorrow at dawn the main enemy forces will bypass our army along a narrow ravine and strike us in the rear.
After the younger son's story, the king ordered preparations for battle. The battle was fierce, but the enemies ran into traps everywhere and were defeated.
- Son, you turned out to be a hero. How were you able to hide among enemies for three whole days? - the king exclaimed, hugging his youngest son after the victory.
“I didn’t hide, but walked freely everywhere, because I knew the languages and customs of these people. That’s why they took me for one of their own,” answered the prince.
- Weren't you scared? - his brother was surprised.
“Love for the Motherland is above the fear of death,” the youngest son calmly answered.
Parable "The Noble Mouse"
The mouse got into the habit of stealing cheese from a mousetrap.
Yes, so cleverly that I never got caught! But even more surprising was that she never touched the cheese that was on the table and ate only what was in the mousetrap.
- Why? - the cat asked, catching her.
- I don’t want to annoy the owners! - she answered. - Mine is enough for me...
“Wow, what a noble mouse!” the cat thought and, letting her go, told her owner about everything.
Since then, instead of a mousetrap, there was a small bowl on the floor containing a piece of cheese for the mouse.
The thing is that the owners were also noble!
Parable "The Feat of Glue"
I decided to give the glue all of myself to people without a trace. (He heard from them that they really needed him!). Came out of the tube - and well, work all over the house!
Worked and worked...
I glued all the pairs of shoes together, the chairs to the table, the table to the floor. I didn’t even forget the clothespins - I glued them to the clothesline so that now they could only be torn off with it. The glue was strong - it stuck tightly.
He finished his work. And I still didn’t understand why the owners were horrified when they came home.
This is what always happens when you put your strength into the wrong things.
Even if you accomplish a feat!
Parable "Real Mother"
One day, a whining, still completely blind puppy was thrown into the yard. The cat, who lived in this yard and had kittens at that time, took the puppy to her cubs and began to feed him milk. The puppy very soon outgrew his adoptive mother, but he obeyed her as before.
“You should lick your fur until it shines every morning,” the cat taught the puppy, and the baby tried, licking himself with his tongue.
And then one day a shepherd dog ran into their yard. Sniffing the puppy, she said good-naturedly:
-Hello puppy! You are also a shepherd. You and I are of the same breed.
Seeing the cat, the shepherd barked angrily and rushed at her. The cat hissed and jumped onto the fence.
-Let’s go with you, puppy, and get the cats out of here.
“Come on, get out of our yard and don’t you dare touch my mother,” the puppy growled menacingly.
-She can’t be your mother, she’s a cat! Your mother must be a shepherd like me,” the shepherd said, laughed and ran out of the yard.
The puppy was thoughtful, but the cat purred affectionately:
-Whoever feeds a child is a real mother for him.
Parable "Be Happy"
A beggar stood by the road and begged for alms. A horseman passing by hit the beggar in the face with a whip. He, looking after the retreating horseman, said:
- Be happy.
The peasant who saw what happened, hearing these words, asked:
-Are you really that humble?
“No,” answered the beggar, “it’s just that if the rider was happy, he wouldn’t hit me in the face.”
Parables for children
Parable of Good and Evil
Once upon a time, an old Indian revealed a vital truth to his grandson:
There is a struggle in every person, very similar to the struggle of two wolves. One wolf represents evil - envy, jealousy, selfishness, ambition, lies...
The other wolf represents goodness - peace, love, hope, truth, kindness, loyalty...
The little Indian, touched to the depths of his soul by his grandfather’s words, thought for a few moments, and then asked:
Which wolf wins in the end?
The old Indian smiled faintly and replied:
The wolf you feed always wins."
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Respect for mother
The first rich man of the city organized a celebration in honor of the birth of his son. All noble townspeople were invited. Only the rich man’s mother did not come to the holiday. She lived far away in the village and, apparently, was unable to come.
On the occasion of this wonderful event, tables were set up in the central square of the city and refreshments were prepared for everyone. At the height of the holiday, an old woman covered with a veil knocked on the rich man’s gate.
- All the beggars are treated to food in the central square. “Go there,” the servant ordered the beggar.
“I don’t need any treats, just let me look at the baby for one minute,” the old woman asked, and then added:
- I am also a mother, and I also once had a son. Now I have been living alone for a long time, and have not seen my son for many years.
The servant asked the owner what he should do.
The rich man looked out the window and saw a poorly dressed woman covered with an old blanket.
- You see, this is a beggar woman. Drive her away,” he angrily ordered the servant. - Every beggar has his own mother, but I cannot allow them all to look at my son.
The old woman began to cry and sadly said to the servant:
- Tell the owner that I wish my son and grandson health and happiness, and also say: “He who respects his own mother will not curse someone else’s.”
When the servant conveyed the words of the old woman, the rich man realized that it was his mother who came to him. He rushed out of the house, but his mother was nowhere to be seen.
Questions and tasks:
Someone else's mother
The old woman walked with difficulty along the muddy road. She had a large bag over her shoulders.
She had just left the city when she saw a carriage coming towards her.
The young driver stopped and waited for the old woman to move to the side of the road and make way for him.
The old woman, breathless, asked the young man:
Take me home, honey, and I'll give you half a bag of rice. Kind people gave me a bag of rice, but it’s too heavy, I’m afraid I won’t be able to carry it.
Sorry, I can't, mother. For two days I worked without rest - driving people. “I’m tired and my horse is tired,” the driver refused.
The carriage drove away, and the old woman, with difficulty lifting the bag onto her shoulders, wandered on.
Suddenly she heard the clatter of hooves behind her and the voice of a young driver:
Sit down, mother. I finally decided to take you.
The young man helped the old woman into the wagon and packed her bag. The journey took about two hours.
In order not to fall asleep from fatigue, the young man told the old woman about his life.
I came here with my horse from a mountain village to earn money. I am the only son of my mother and must help her repay her debt to her rich neighbor.
My son also went abroad to earn money. I haven’t heard from him for a long time,” the mother sighed.
Arriving at the house, the old woman invited the young man to pour half of the rice out of the bag.
“I won’t take the rice,” the young man refused. - Seeing you, I remembered my mother.
Mother is a spring at the foot of the mountain. Maybe someone will also give my mother a ride when her old legs are having a hard time walking up the hill.
Questions and tasks:
Why did the young man give an elderly woman a free ride even though he was tired?
Do you think someone will help his mother in the mountains if she finds it difficult?
How would you help your mother if you were far from her and could not come?
Write the word "MOM" in beautiful letters so that each letter looks like your mother.
| Why is it bad alone? The parents had three small children and one eldest daughter - an assistant. From morning to evening she nursed the younger children: she fed, comforted, washed. One day a girl went to the river to get water and found someone’s staff in the water. She pulled the staff out of the river and saw her grandmother walking along the bank. Grandma, isn't this your staff? - asked the girl. This is my magic staff. I will reward you for finding it. Tell me what you want? Everything began to spin before the girl’s eyes, and she found herself in a castle of wondrous beauty. In every room of the castle there were invisible servants who watered, fed, washed and dressed the girl. There was no one around the castle, only birds were singing in the garden. The day passed, the second passed, the girl got bored, so much so that everything around her was not at all happy, and she began to cry: I want to go home. They'll probably disappear there without my help. At that very moment she was home. Her brothers and sisters rushed to her. One asks for food, another asks for a drink, the third asks for a game, but the girl is happy.
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Who is more tender?
Two daughters grew up with their father, but he loved his eldest daughter more. She was very pretty: her face was pink, her voice was sweet, her hair was fluffy.
“You are tender, like a rose in the garden,” the father said, admiring his eldest daughter.
The youngest daughter was also good and obedient, but her father did not like her: she had a rough face, the skin on her hands was rough from housework. Therefore, her father spoiled her less and forced her to work more.
One day an accident happened to my father while hunting. The gun exploded in his hands. His hands and face were burned by the explosion and injured by shrapnel.
The doctor treated the wounds and bandaged his hands and face. The father has become helpless, he can’t see anything, he can’t eat on his own.
The youngest daughter said: “Don’t worry, dad, I will be your hands and eyes until you get better.”
Then she gave her father a healing decoction and fed him.
The youngest daughter looked after her father for a whole year. The wounds on the hands healed quickly, but the eyes took a long time to heal. Sometimes the father asked his eldest daughter to sit next to him, but she was always busy: either she was in a hurry to go to the garden for a walk, or she was in a hurry to go on a date.
Finally they took off my father's blindfold. He sees his two daughters standing in front of him. The eldest is a gentle beauty, and the youngest is the most ordinary.
The father hugged his youngest daughter and said:
Thank you, daughter, for your care, I didn’t know before that you were so kind and gentle.
It seems to me that I am much more gentle! - exclaimed the eldest daughter.
During my illness, I realized that tenderness is not determined by the softness of the skin. - answered the father.
Questions and tasks:
Why, before the accident, did the father not see that his youngest daughter was kinder and more gentle than her eldest?
Who is the most gentle in your family?
In what ways can you show tenderness?
Come up with tender words for all members of your family and give them to your loved ones.
Who loves more?
The leader of the tribe was old and strong. The leader had three adult sons. In the morning they went to their father’s house and bowed.
Your wisdom, father, preserves our lives! - exclaimed the eldest son.
- Your mind, father, multiplies our wealth! - declared the middle son.
“Hello, father,” said the youngest son.
The father nodded affably, but at the words of his youngest son his eyebrows frowned. Then the father left with the hunters and one of his sons to hunt. Only he never took his youngest son hunting.
“You, youngest son, help the women gather roots,” the father ordered.
The youngest son also wanted to go hunting, but he could not break the leader’s word.
One day a bear injured the leader's hand. The whole tribe rejoiced at the rich booty, but the leader left the feast because his hand was very sore.
In the morning, the sons entered their father’s home and saw that he was unconscious. The hand was swollen and red.
The eldest sons immediately announced to everyone that the leader had fallen ill with blood poisoning, that there was no salvation from this disease, and that a new leader had to be chosen.
The eldest and middle son offered themselves as leaders, praising their virtues. The people of the tribe decided to arrange a battle between the brothers in a week. Whoever wins will become the leader.
Meanwhile, the younger one treated his father with herbs and roots. He studied their properties well while collecting them. My father felt better and the swelling subsided.
“When you are sick, you will find out who loves more,” the father said to his youngest son.
When the day of the battle came, the leader came out of his home in full combat gear and menacingly declared:
“I am the leader of the tribe and will be until death, and after me my youngest son will become the leader.”
Questions and tasks:
What do books store?
The leader's little son was a smart boy. One day a white teacher came to the tribe and said that a school had opened in the village. The teacher suggested that the leader enroll the children of the tribe in school.
The leader thought about it and brought his son to school, but he did not want to study.
“Father, nature will teach me everything I need,” said the boy.
“First learn to read, and then speak,” answered the father.
The boy went to school, but did not listen to the teacher well.
He only liked Natural History. One day the teacher brought figs to class.
- These fruits are bitter! - the boy exclaimed. - I tried them at the beginning of summer in the forest.
“I also saw a wasp crawl inside.” Anyone who eats this fruit will be stung by a wasp,” the boy added.
“Figs are sweet and healthy,” the teacher explained. - At the beginning of summer, they are bitter from the white milky juice that is in the unripe fruits. In spring, fleshy fruits appear on the fig tree, with flowers hidden inside. Small fig wasps carry pollen from one flower to another. Without this, the fruits will dry out and will not turn into sweet figs.
- How do you know this, teacher? - the boy asked in surprise.
- I read about it in books. Books store knowledge. The stars will appear - they will decorate the sky, knowledge will appear - they will decorate the mind, - answered the teacher.
From that day on, the leader's son became a diligent student and soon learned to read and write. The father, seeing his son with a book, said:
“I’m glad, son, that you learned to read, just don’t forget our customs.”
“The sunrise awakens nature, reading a book enlightens the head,” the son smiled.
Questions and tasks:
Dialogue – presentation
"Land of Politeness"
– Let’s imagine that there are two signs in front of you. One of them points to the land of Politeness, and the other to the land where there are no rules. Which of these countries would you like to go to?
(I warn you that the path to the land of Politeness lies through a country in which there are no rules)
– So, we find ourselves in a country where there are no rules. The main slogans in this country are the slogans: “And that’s how I want it!”, “But I don’t care,” “I’m the best, the best!”
– Imagine for a moment what you can see on the streets of this country?
– Would you like to stay in this country for at least a day, two, a week? Why?
“Now let’s hurry to the land of Politeness.” It is ruled by the Queen of Ethics. She is young, beautiful, graceful. It was she who taught everyone to be kind and attentive, fair and careful. It was she who taught the people of her country not only to follow the rules of behavior, but also to treat each other well. In this country, everyone is a little bit of a wizard. He will certainly cheer up the sad, help you, and be happy with you and your successes.
– So, if you want to become a little kind wizards, then you should definitely get acquainted with kind (magic) words.
Thank you (“May GOD save you”)
Good morning! Good afternoon Good evening!
Please! (“perhaps” - do me a favor, show me a favor; “a hundred” is a form of address. For example, Andrey - a hundred, perhaps come to me tomorrow for my name day).
Story by V.A. Sukhomlinsky "Ordinary Man"
try to determine what actions of people are being discussed in it?
“There is a well in the hot, dry steppe. Near the well there is a hut where a grandfather and grandson live. There is a bucket on a long rope at the well. People are walking and driving - they turn to the well, drink water, thank their grandfather.
One day the bucket came off and fell into a deep well. Grandfather didn’t have another bucket. There is no way to get water and drink.
The next day, in the morning, a man in a cart drives up to his grandfather’s hut. He has a bucket under the straw. The traveler looked at the well, glanced at the grandfather and grandson, hit the horses with his whip and rode on.
“This is not a person,” answered the grandfather.
At noon, another owner drove past his grandfather’s hut. He took a bucket from under the straw, tied it to a rope, took out water and drank himself, and gave it to his grandfather and grandson to drink; poured the water into the dry sand, hid the bucket again in the straw and drove off.
What kind of person is this? – the grandson asked his grandfather.
And this is not a person yet,” answered the grandfather.
In the evening, a third traveler stopped at his grandfather’s hut. He took a bucket from the cart, tied it to a rope, filled it with water, and drank. He thanked him and drove off, leaving the bucket tied at the well.
What kind of person is this? - asked the grandson of his grandfather.
“An ordinary person,” answered the grandfather.”
What can you say about the main characters of the story? What are they? Why?
Do you agree with the description that grandfather gave to passers-by? What kind of an ordinary person is he? – (kind, takes care of others, helps...) At different times, people had different concepts of norms, we will talk about this in the next lesson.
Lesson on the fairy tale MOTHER'S HEART
A large, beautiful birch grew in the forest with three little daughters - thin-trunked birches. The mother protected her daughters from the wind and rain with her spreading branches of the Birch. And in the hot summer - from the scorching sun. The birches grew quickly and enjoyed life. Next to their mother, they were not afraid of anything.
One day there was a strong thunderstorm in the forest. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the sky. The small birch trees trembled with fear. The birch hugged them tightly with its branches and began to reassure them: “Don’t be afraid, lightning won’t notice you behind my branches. I am the tallest tree in the forest."
Before Birch’s mother had time to finish speaking, a deafening crash was heard, sharp lightning struck straight into Birch and scorched the core of the trunk. Birch, remembering that it must protect its daughters, did not catch fire. The rain and wind tried to knock down the Birch, but it still stood.
Not for a minute did Birch forget about her children, not for a minute did she loosen her embrace. Only when the thunderstorm passed, the wind died down, and the sun shone again over the washed earth, the Birch trunk swayed. As she fell, she whispered to her children: “Don’t be afraid, I’m not leaving you. Lightning failed to break my heart. My fallen trunk will be overgrown with moss and grass, but my mother’s heart will never stop beating in it.” With these words, the trunk of the mother’s Birch tree collapsed, without touching any of the three thin-trunked daughters during the fall.
Since then, three slender birch trees have been growing around the old stump. And near the birches lies a trunk overgrown with moss and grass. If you come across this place in the forest, sit down to rest on the trunk of a Birch - it is surprisingly soft! And then close your eyes and listen. You will probably hear the mother’s heart beating inside him...
Questions and tasks for the fairy tale:
- Tell us how three friendly sisters will live without their mother. What and how will a mother’s heart help them?
- Imagine that all the trees are a big family. Tell us who the parents are in this family, who the grandparents are, who the children are.
- Why do you think mothers always protect their children?
- Think and tell us how you can help your mother if she has troubles at work, feels unwell, etc.
- Imagine that your mother had to leave for one week, and you need to do all your mother’s chores during the week. List these things and think about when and how you will do them.
“Thank you” V.A. Sukhomlinsky
Two people were walking along a forest road - a grandfather and a boy. It was hot and they were thirsty. The travelers approached the stream. Cool water gurgled quietly. They leaned in and got drunk.
“Thank you, you have a stream,” said grandfather. The boy laughed.
– Why did you say “thank you” to the stream? - he asked his grandfather - After all, the stream is not alive, will not hear your words, will not understand your gratitude.
- This is true. If the wolf got drunk, he wouldn’t say “thank you.” And we are not wolves, we are people. Do you know why a person says “thank you”? Think about it, who needs this word?
The boy thought about it. He had a lot of time. The road was long...