One perplexed   visited the Sufi master and told him:

I have only one question for you. Why, no matter what Sufi I turn to, it seems to me that I always get various advice?

The master replied:

Let's go for a walk around the city and see what you can learn about this secret.

They entered the market, and the Sufi asked the greengrocer:

Tell me, what prayer is the time for now?

Greengrocer replied:

Now is the time for morning prayer.

They continued the walk. After a while, the Sufi, seeing a tailor, asked him:

The tailor replied:

Now is the time for midday prayer.

The Sufi, after talking with the seeker for a while, went up to another man, this time a bookbinder, and asked him:

What prayer is the time for now?

The man replied:

Now is the time for afternoon prayer.

The Sufi turned to his companion and said:

Continuing the experiment, or did you make sure that the same, in fact, question can cause almost completely different answers, each of which corresponds to the current moment?

Parable about how to respond to people

One of the students asked the Buddha:

If someone hits me, what should I do?

Buddha replied:

If a dry branch falls on you from a tree and hits you, what should you do?

The student said:

What will I do? It’s a simple coincidence, a simple coincidence that I ended up under a tree when a branch fell from it.

So do the same. Someone was insane, was angry, and hit you. It's like a tree branch fell on you. Let this not bother you, just go your own way, as if nothing had happened.

Once a son asked his father:

What is the cross that every person must carry his whole life? Where did he come from, and why do many say that the cross that fell to their lot is too heavy?

Father took a piece of paper and a pencil. He drew a vertical line on a piece of paper and said to his son:

See this line? This is the will of God.

He drew the second line horizontal, so that it crossed the first.

And this line, he said, is the will of man. The larger the second line, the heavier the cross that a person carries in life.

One sage, speaking to the audience, told them a joke. The whole audience shuddered with laughter.

A few minutes later he again told people the same joke. Only a few people smiled.

The sage spoke the same joke for the third time, but no one laughed.

The old wise man smiled and said: “You cannot laugh constantly from the same joke ... So why do you allow yourself to cry about the same thing all the time?”

5 short proofs of feelings

1. Once a village suffering from drought decided to pray together for a saving rain. On the appointed day, everyone went out to the square ... But only one boy took an umbrella with him. This is Faith.
2. When you, playing with a child, throw him into the air, he laughs joyfully and looks with delightful eyes from a height from side to side, because he knows that you will catch him. This is Trust.
3. Every night we go to bed without any guarantee that we will wake up tomorrow morning, but no matter what, we set the alarm clock again and again. This is Hope.
4. Every day we make plans for the future, despite the fact that we have no idea what events will happen tomorrow, in a week, in two hours. This is Confidence.
5. Every day we see people quarreling, deceiving, hating and breaking up. We understand that we are unlikely to avoid the same ... But nevertheless, in spite of everything, we still Love!

Parable about human hearts

Once he came to one village and stayed there to live

Can wisdom be learned in one minute?
  “Of course you can,” answered the Master. “But is one minute too short?”
  “Fifty-nine seconds more than necessary.” How long does it take to look at the moon?
  “Then why do we need all these years of spiritual quest?”
  “It may take a lifetime to open your eyes.” One moment is enough to see ...

One married couple moved to live in a new apartment.
  In the morning, barely waking up, the wife looked out the window and saw a neighbor who was hanging laundry to dry.
“Look at how dirty her clothes are,” she told her husband.
  But he read the newspaper and did not pay any attention to it.
  “She probably has a bad soap, or she can't wash at all.” We should teach her.
  And so every time a neighbor hung clothes, the wife was surprised at how dirty she was.
  One fine morning, looking out the window, she cried out:
  - ABOUT! Today the linen is clean! Probably learned to wash!
  “No, my husband said,” I just got up early today and washed the window.
  So it is in our life! It all depends on the window through which we look at what is happening.

Once the disciples came to an old man and asked him: "Why are the evil inclinations
  "easily take possession of a man, and the good ones are difficult and remain fragile in him?"

What will happen if a healthy seed is left in the sun, and the patient is buried in
  the earth? the elder asked.

The good seed that is left without soil will perish, and the bad seed will sprout,
  will give a diseased sprout and a thin fetus, the students answered.

This is what people do: instead of secretly doing good deeds and deeply
  to grow good beginnings in the soul, they flaunt them and thereby destroy them. And their
  shortcomings and sins, so that others do not see them, people hide deep in their souls. There
  they grow and destroy a man in his very heart. You be wise.

The Parable of the Wolf

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, loyalty ...
  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.

Somehow, two friends walked in the desert for many days. Once they argued, and one of them gave a slap in the face to another. His friend felt pain, but said nothing. Silently, he wrote in the sand: “Today, my best friend slapped me.”
  Friends continued to walk, and after many days found an oasis in which they decided to swim. The one who received a slap in the face nearly drowned and his friend saved him. When he came to, he carved on a stone: "Today, my best friend saved my life."
  The first asked him:
  - When I offended you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write in stone. Why?
  And the friend answered:
“When someone offends us, we must write it in the sand so that the winds can erase it.” But when someone does something good, we must carve it on a stone so that no wind can erase it.
  Learn to write grudges in the sand and carve joys in stone.

The most beautiful heart
  One sunny day, a handsome guy stood in a square in the middle of the city and proudly boasted of the most beautiful heart in the area. He was surrounded by a crowd of people who sincerely admired the impeccability of his heart. It was really perfect - no dents or scratches. And everyone in the crowd agreed that this is the most beautiful heart they have ever seen. The guy was very proud of this and just shone with happiness.
  Suddenly, an old man stepped out of the crowd and said, addressing the guy:
  - Your heart was beautiful and not close to mine.
  Then the whole crowd looked at the heart of the old man. It was wrinkled, all in scars, in some places pieces of heart were taken out and in their places others were inserted that did not fit at all, some edges of the heart were torn. In addition, in some places in the heart of the old man there were clearly not enough pieces. The crowd stared at the old man - how could he say that his heart was more beautiful?
  The guy looked at the old man's heart and laughed:
  “You are probably joking, old man!” Compare your heart with mine! Mine is perfect! And your! Yours is a mishmash of scars and tears!
  “Yes,” the old man replied, “your heart looks perfect, but I would never agree to exchange our hearts.” Look! Every scar on my heart - this is the person to whom I gave my love - I pulled out a piece of my heart and gave it to this person. And he often gave me his love in return - his piece of heart, which filled the empty spaces in mine. But since the pieces of different hearts do not exactly fit together, that’s why I have torn edges in my heart that I cherish because they remind me of the love we shared.
  Sometimes I gave back pieces of my heart, but other people did not return theirs to me - so you can see empty holes in the heart - when you give your love, there is not always a guarantee of reciprocity. And although these holes bring pain, they remind me of the love I shared, and I hope that one fine day these pieces of heart will return to me.
  Now do you see what true beauty means?
  The crowd froze. The young man stood silently stunned. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He went to the old man, pulled out his heart and tore a piece from him. With trembling hands, he held out part of his heart to the old man. The old man took his gift and inserted it into his heart. Then, in response, he tore a piece from his beaten heart and inserted it into a hole formed in the heart of a young man. A piece came up, but not perfect, and some edges protruded, and some were torn.
  The young man looked at his heart, no longer perfect, but more beautiful than it was before, until the old man's love touched him.
  And they hugged and walked along the road.

God gave this woman to a man, saying:
  - Take it the way it turned out and don’t try to remake it.

The day before his birth, the child asked God:
  “I don’t know why I am going to this world.” What should I do?
  God answered:
  “I will give you an angel who will always be with you.” He will explain everything to you.
  “But how do I understand him, because I don’t know his language?”
  “An angel will teach you its language.” He will protect you from all ills.
  “How and when should I return to you?”
  “Your angel will tell you everything.”
  “What is the name of my angel?”
  “It doesn't matter what his name is, he has a lot of names.” You will call him "Mom."

God blinded a man from clay, and he left an unused piece.
  - What else to blind you? - asked God.
  “Blind me of happiness,” the man asked.
  God did not answer, and only put the remaining piece of clay in the palm of his hand.

Once the king came into the garden and saw the fading and dying trees, bushes and flowers. Oak said he was dying because he could not be as tall as a pine tree. Turning to the pine, the king found it to fall because it could not produce grapes like a vine. And the vine was dying because it could not bloom like a rose. Soon he found one plant that pleases the heart, flowering and fresh. After questioning, he received the following answer:

I take it for granted, because when you put me in, you wanted to get joy. If you wanted an oak, grape or rose, you would plant them. Therefore, I think that I cannot be anything other than what I am. And I try to develop my best qualities.

You cannot be anyone else, but only who you are. Relax Existence needs you that way.

Strange feeling (a fairy tale about Something)

  Once upon a time there was Something.
  It quietly lived in the depths of the Soul. And, in general, it didn’t bother anyone.

Once Feeling came into the Soul. It was a long time ago. Feeling Necht liked it. Something valued Feeling very much, was afraid to lose it. Even the door to the key to close the beginning.

They wandered around the corners of the Soul for a long time, talked about nothing, dreamed. In the evenings, they made a bonfire together to warm the Soul.
  Something was used to Feeling and it seemed to him that Feeling would stay with him forever. Feeling, in fact, promised. It was so romantic.

But once Feeling was gone. Something was looking for him everywhere. Long sought. But then in one of the corners of the Soul found a hole cut through with an ax. The feeling just escaped, leaving a huge hole.

Something blamed itself. Something too believed Feeling to be offended. In memory of the Feeling, one hole remained in the Soul. She did not shut up anything. And at night a Cold and Evil Wind flew through it. Then the Soul contracted and froze.

Then other souls tried to peer into the Soul. But Something did not let them, each time expelling a broom through a hole. Little by little, the feelings completely stopped coming.

But once a strange Strange Feeling came to Soul.
  At first, Something did not open. The feeling did not crawl into the hole, as the previous ones did, but it remained to sit at the door.
  All evening Something roamed the Soul. At night she went to bed, just in case, laying a broom next to the bed. No one had to be driven away.

In the morning, looking into the keyhole, Something was convinced that the Strange Feeling was still sitting near the door. Something began to get nervous, realizing that it was impossible to drive away someone who had not yet entered.

Another day passed. Confusion Something knew no bounds. It understood that it wanted to let the Strange Feeling go to death. And to death is afraid to do it.
  Nothing was scary. It was afraid that the Strange Feeling would run away, like the first. Then a second hole will appear in the Soul. And there will be a draft.

So the days passed. Something was used to the Strange Feeling at the Door. And once, in a good mood, the Strange Feeling was let in. In the evening they made a fire and for the first time in so many years really warmed the Soul.

You will leave? - Something could not stand it, asked.
  “No,” said Strange Feeling, “I will not leave.” But on condition that you will not hold me and will not lock the door.
  “I won’t lock the door,” Something agreed, “but you can escape through the old hole.”
  And Something told the Strange Feeling its story.

I do not run through the old holes, - the Strange Feeling smiled, - I am a different feeling.
  Something did not believe him. But invited for a walk in the Soul.

Where is your old hole? - curious Strange Feeling.
  “Well,” Something grinned bitterly.
  And showed the place where the hole was located. But there was no hole in the place. Someone heard the Evil Cold Wind swear from the outside of the Soul.

Something looked at Strange Feeling, smiled and said only that it would never lock the door NEVER ...

The professor began the lesson by raising a glass of water. He lifted it so that it was visible to all students, and then asked:
  - How much do you think this glass weighs?
  Students answered:
  - 50 grams! ..
  - 100g!..
  - 125 grams! ..
  “To tell you the truth, I don’t know, I will need to weigh it,” said the professor. “Let me ask you another question.” What happens if I hold this glass like this for a few minutes?
  “Nothing,” the students said.
  “Okay, what happens if I hold the glass like this for an hour?” the professor asked.
  “Your arm will hurt,” said one of the students.
  “You're right, and what happens if I just like this all day?”
  “Your hand will go numb, you may have a cramp, you may be paralyzed, you will have to go to the hospital,” another student said, and everyone laughed.
  - Very good, but will the weight of the glass change during this time? the professor asked.
  “No,” the students answered.
  - Then what will cause the pain in the arm and cramps?
  Students were puzzled.
  - Lower the glass! - said one of the students.
  - Right! - said the professor. - You have to do the same with problems in life. As long as you think about them for a few minutes, nothing happens, everything is in order. If you think about them for a long time, it turns into a disease. Think even longer, they paralyze you. Then you cannot do anything. It is important to think about the problems in life, but it will be much more important if you “lower them” and do it every day before bedtime. If you do this, you will not have stress, you will wake up every day fresh and full of energy. You can cope with any problem, with any challenge that will be thrown to you!

a child of about ten years old entered a cafe and sat at a table. The waitress approached him.
   - How much does chocolate ice cream with nuts cost? The boy asked.
   “Fifty cents,” the woman replied.
   The boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and counted the coins.
   “How much does plain ice cream cost without anything?” - asked the child.
   Some visitors were waiting at the tables, the waitress began to express dissatisfaction:
   “Twenty-five cents,” she threw shortly in reply.
   The boy counted the coins again.
“I want some plain ice cream,” he decided.
   The waitress brought ice cream, threw the bill on the table and left. The child finished eating ice cream, paid the bill at the checkout and left. When the waitress returned to clean the table, she got a lump in her throat when she saw that neatly folded coins were lying next to the empty vase, twenty-five cents - her tip.

Never draw conclusions about a person until you find out the reasons for his actions.
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Advantages

One famous psychologist began his seminar on psychology, lifting up
   500 ruble note. There were about 200 people in the hall. The psychologist asked
   who wants to get a bill. Everyone, as if on command, raised their hands. Before
   one of you will get this bill, I’ll do something with it, continued
   psychologist. He crumpled her up and asked if anyone still wanted to get her.

And again, everyone raised their hands. Then, he answered, I am doing the following, and,
   throwing the bill on the floor, lightly drove it with his boot on the dirty floor. Then
   raised, the bill was wrinkled and dirty. "Well, which of you needs her in
   like that? "And everyone raised their hands again. Dear friends, the psychologist said,
   -just you got a valuable visual lesson. Despite everything that I
   done with this bill, you all wanted to get it, because it doesn’t
   lost its value. She is still a banknote of 500 rubles.

In our life, it often happens that we are thrown out of the saddle,
   trampled, lying on the floor or in complete shit. These are the realities of our
   life ... In such situations, we feel worthless. But no matter what
   happened or will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty
   you are either clean, rumpled or ironed, you will always be priceless for
   those who love you. Our value is not determined by what we do,

Or who we know, and those we are. You are special and do not forget about it
   never.
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Three friends were fortunate enough to die on the same day, and now the Apostle Paul meets them in the gates of paradise. Pleased with the fact that they went to heaven, friends ask how to behave. Paul to answer them - do everything in your pleasure, but do not step on the goslings. At the end of the very first day, one of the women inadvertently stepped on a caterpillar, of which there were an incredible amount in paradise. The apostle Paul appeared immediately, leading an absolutely ugly man. He immediately chained the man to the offender and said that she would spend the rest of eternity with him. Two women, frightened by what happened, began to behave even more carefully, but a week later the second stepped on the caterpillar, and Paul immediately appeared and the second woman was forever chained to another freak.

The third managed not to step on the caterpillar for several months. But one day she saw Paul approaching her, leading a man of unusually beautiful and slender hand. Paul silently chained a man to a woman and left. The woman, not believing her eyes, asks the man why she is so rewarded. The man replies: - I do not know what you did, but I stepped on the caterpillar.
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Letting go
   I died almost 9 years ago. But I am not writing to you to tell how I live here. I am writing to tell you my story. The story of my great love. And I want to say that love does not die. Even in the next world.

Even if they try to kill her, even if you want to. Love does not die. Never.

We met on December 31. I was going to celebrate the New Year with my third wife with my old friends.

My life before its appearance was so worthless and unnecessary that very often I asked myself: "Why do I live?"

Work? Yes, I liked what I did. A family?

I really wanted to have children, but I didn’t have them. Now I understand that the meaning of my life was in anticipation of this meeting.

I do not want to describe her. Rather, I just can’t describe her so that you really understand what she is. Because every letter, every line of my letter is saturated with love for her and for every eyelash that fell from her sad eyes, for every tear I was ready to give everything.

So that was December 31st.
   I immediately realized that I was missing. If she came alone, I would not be ashamed of my third wife and would approach her in the first minute of our meeting. But she was not alone. Next to her was my best friend. They had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but from his lips I heard a lot of interesting things about her. And now I saw her.

When the chimes struck and toasts were delivered, I went to the window. The window was foggy from my breath, and I wrote: “LOVE.” Moved away, and the inscription on his eyes disappeared. Then there was again a feast, toasts. I returned to the window an hour later. I breathed on him and saw the inscription "YOURS". My legs gave way, my breath stopped for a few seconds ...

Love comes only once. And this person understands immediately. All that was in my life before this day was tinsel, sleep, delirium. There are many words to this phenomenon. But my life began on that New Year’s Eve, because I understood, I saw in her eyes that this day is also the first day in her life.

On January 2, we moved to a hotel and planned to buy our own little corner. We got into the habit of writing notes to each other on the windows. I wrote to her: "You are my dream." She replied: "Just do not wake up!"

We left the most secret desires on the windows in the hotel, in the car, with friends at home.

We were together for exactly two months. Then I was gone.

Now I come to her only when she is sleeping. I sit down on her bed, I inhale her smell. I can’t cry. I can not. But I feel the pain. Not physical, but mental.

All these eight years she celebrates New Year alone. She sits by the window, pours a glass of champagne and cries. I also know that she continues to write me notes on the windows. Everyday. But I can’t read them, because my breath will not fog up the window.

Last new year was unusual. I do not want to tell you the secrets of another life, but I deserve one desire. I dreamed of reading her last inscription on glass. And when she fell asleep, I sat for a long time by her bed, I stroked her hair, I kissed her hands ... And then I went to the window. I knew that I would succeed, I knew that I could see her message - and I saw. She left for me one word: "RELEASE".

This New Year will be the last one she will spend alone. I received permission for my last wish, in exchange for the fact that I could never come to her again and never see her again. On this New Year's Eve, when the clock strikes midnight, when everyone around will have fun and congratulate each other, when the whole universe freezes in anticipation of the first breath, the first second of the new year, she will pour herself a glass of champagne, go to the window and see the inscription: “I RELEASE "
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How to get to heaven (parable)

A man with a dog walked along a long, wild, tiresome road.
  He walked, walked, tired, the dog was tired too. Suddenly in front of him is an oasis!
Beautiful gate, behind the fence - music, flowers, the murmur of a stream,
  in a word, rest.
  - What it is? the traveler asked the gatekeeper.
  - This is paradise, you have already died, and now you can enter and relax
   for real.
  “Is there water there?”
  - As many as you want: clean fountains, cool pools ...
  - Will they give me something to eat?
  - Whatever you want.
  “But the dog is with me.”
  “Sorry, sir, you can't do with dogs.” She will have to be left here.
  And the traveler walked past .. After a while, the road led him
  to the farm. The gatekeeper also sat at the gate.
  “I'm thirsty,” the traveler asked.
  - Come in, there is a well in the yard.
  - And my dog?
  - Near the well you will see a drinking bowl.
  - What to eat?
  “I can treat you to dinner.”
  - And the dog?
  - There is a bone.
  “What is this place?”
  - It is a paradise.
  - How so? The gatekeeper at the palace nearby told me that heaven is there.
  “He's lying.” There is hell.
  “How can you endure this in paradise?”
  - This is very useful for us. Only those who do not give up paradise
   his friends.

DAILY IN THE GRAVE.

The whole story is true. Everything is written
  happened to me personally.
  My name is Denis. Mother Moskvichka, father
  roots from Istanbul (Turk). Since his
  father, I was the third generation born in Baku.
  By religion, the mother remained Orthodox
  Muslim father. No one
  lured in his direction, and the children were given
  free choice of religion. So,
  I will pass to history. I've been scared all my life
  get stuck somewhere in a narrow aisle or
  somewhere else, especially alone.
  Even when I thought about it, my heart
  almost stopped. In one not so
  beautiful day father called me and
  asked to help him in the country. I'm in that
  the day was free, and I loved
  father’s dacha and showed himself
  good kid in the hope that he bequeaths to me
  this country house.
  He took it and went to him. All were assembled.
  Talking with everyone with whom, joking with whom
  seriously, climbed into the shield, it was necessary
  stretch the cable to the father in the greenhouse. All
  was ready. But I wanted to be zealous
  to make my father more like you. FROM
  I’ve had trouble with my sister since childhood and
  I was very afraid then that my father wasn’t me
  wills a summer cottage.
  And my father’s summer house is big. That's greed
  ruined me. And hit me hit
  electric current. Heart stopped as they say
  instantly like me email. charge hit.
  I don’t know how many volts there were, but
  lit through this shield 5 houses (Our
  2 houses on a summer cottage and 3 neighboring),
  plus garages, lights in the yard, anyone
  there are greenhouses heated by spiral
  home-made installations. (True this
  the case was in the summer, but still so
knew) In a word, it was a big
  voltage. The ambulance arrived
  ascertained death, took me to
  morgue (I don’t remember all this,
  retell from the words of the parents) Wanted
  reveal me but thank God that
  Morgue workers love money. Father
  paid them, they got some kind of
  pieces of paper and I was taken away to bathe on
  last thing. I was buried in the morning. So
  like in Baku the summer is very hot, the deceased
  buried on the same day or maximum for
  morning. And if you still decided to leave until
  in the morning, they’re holding a corpse or in a room where
  there is a powerful air conditioner or with
  using ice for ice cream.
  (Probably remember in Soviet times
  played even with these ice caps
  water and they gurgled)
  And now what I remember. I wake up
  lick on my right side (surprised i'm all
  I sleep on the left. Never
  as I remember myself on the right side did not sleep)
  dark, panting, smelling
  charm and something else, sideways something
  pricks. I turn on my back and I want
  to throw away the sheet (in summer I
  it is a sheet and I cover myself) not
  it turns out. barely got out of
  sheets and 10 times probably hit
  hand on the walls while he was getting out. Hands
  already free, held his hand rough
  the wall on the right, also on the left! Hand
  raise .. rough ceiling! I
  remembered! Cottage, worked in a shield!
  Lord I am in the grave !!! Here me
  incurred.
  They decided to bury me as
  Muslim. Mom told father to
  I was buried precisely by
  Muslim rite. So how was
  very hot and mom felt sorry for me.
  Said, “let our son lie on
  damp earth in the cool ”And how am I to her
  grateful. And then still would lie in
  the coffin. Muslims dig a grave 2
  meters long, about 50-60
  centimeters wide and approximately
  60-70 centimeters. (In the grave you can
  crouch if you rest your head
  leaning the fifth point on the ground. I have
  height 177 cm, but I could not crouch
  ok) Inside the edges
  stone with semi-blocks with
  all sides around the perimeter. That’s all
  calculated so that the above
  the dimensions of the void of the grave remain so
  same. Length 2 meters, width 50-60 cm, etc.
  They don’t put anything at the bottom of the grave. Earth and
  all. On top of that lay slabs wide for the whole
  the width of the grave, you need about 6-8
  such plates to cover the entire grave.
  At the edges of the solution is poured. Then on
  these slabs strew the earth. At the expiration of
  40 days, the earth is removed from the stoves and erected
  there are already monuments on these plates. Who with
  photo, who without photo, in a word by
  ordering relatives. And the deceased
  roll on a naked body for several
layers of some kind of sheet and knotted with
  both ends. From the legs and from the head. When
  buried, knot from the side of the head
  untie and lay the deceased on the right
  shoulder straight to the ground. (I write all this
  so that you have at least a little
  representation)
  I started to beat, scream, cry, yell ..
  What only I did not do in the hope that
  at least someone will hear me. Barely
  leaned on the plates and tried to lift
  kicking the plate. It was not there.
  Try to raise the plates with your feet
  which is a little wider than the earth
  meters, 2 meters long and high
  more than a meter. I lost a few times
  consciousness. I broke all my hands, my voice
  became hoarse and in the end I was already screaming in
  half a voice, could no longer in full voice
  shout. The voice was gone. All the time
  I thought, would it really end like this? how
  so that? LORD if you decide to pick up
  why didn’t I take it right away but decided
  torment like that? Know in the end when I
  already thought that everything was exhausted and the end to me,
  my whole life flashed before my eyes.
  I didn’t believe it before. All the time
  teased people who said that
  before death, all life sweeps
  before your eyes. I told them how it is
  perhaps? How can many people instantly
  years flashing before your eyes? Here
  Now I myself have seen all my life! And neither
  I didn’t do one good thing! With
  cursed everyone, behaved arrogantly, who
  I treated the good I perceived
  it's like a weakness, I ran from one girl to
  another, all the time because of me suffered
  the girls. I even thought that I would answer
  before GOD? I didn’t even believe in life
  in it! Called religion opium for
  people and believers crazy.
  (I ask believers to forgive me)
  I had one girl and very
  suffered from me. She loved me and I
  played by her feelings. Her name is Valeria.
  Metiska too. Mother Russian, father Azerb.
  She found out that I was dead, found out from friends
  place of my grave. Arrived, lay down on
  my grave and started to cry. She is
  heard my screams in the grave. Called
  to my mom (our mom’s girlfriend) said
  so that my parents call and
  reported that screams came from the grave.
  At first, mom did not believe her, but still
  called and informed my mom. Good
  my father is a very superstitious person. A
  go to the cemetery for about 60
  kilometers. Arrived, listened, nothing
  silence.
  And what screams can be in the grave? She
  requested, begged my father to dig up
  me. (I write according to her and my father)
  Father knew that she loved me and thought
  that she finally wants to see me,
  hugged her and led her to the side. She ran back
to the grave and started raking the ground
  hands. They began to take her away with force.
  side and she told my father that
  “If I wanted to harm him, then at night
  would dig it up. I have nothing to do
  how to dig out the dead ?! I tell you
  he screamed there! Screaming! Do you understand? ”
  father obeyed her. When i heard
  rattle shovels on stone, with joy
  my body refused. Couldn't even finger
  move. Afraid that here, they are digging out
  me, and I can’t utter a sound!
  I’m probably dying!
  I woke up the next day, in the hospital.
  Both hands to the elbow, head bandaged,
  one leg is plastered the second
  bandaged. A total of 40 seams
  put on hands, head and left
  leg. And in my right leg I broke 3 fingers.
  From the little finger to the middle including. And a bunch
  bruises, light cuts and scratches on
  the body. It’s interesting that I don’t have pain there
  felt. Even when he was lying and not
  panicked, not a bit sick anywhere.
  Only it was unpleasant, the face was stretched
  constantly (see from the blood) and sand climbed
  constantly in the eyes and mouth. Like me father
  told when the plates were removed from the grave,
  everyone was in shock. I lay naked without
  the sheets are covered in blood. My mom
  nearly hit when I found out that
  I was removed from the grave alive. She
  day lay in the same hospital, in
  another branch. Lerka is not from me
  departed. And I looked at her and thought
  what a nerd I am all the same! In a couple
  days I was discharged. When i lay in
  hospital, told his father everything. Why me
  flattered him as I wanted him to give
  gave me and so forth. Father looked at
  and told me. “I have two of you. You and
  sister. Whatever I have, everything is yours.
  In half ”- For me, of course, a lot
  what has lost value. Neither cottage nor
  apartment, no cool cars will not return me
  what I almost lost. Mine
  A LIFE!!! I recently made Lerke
  proposal, she agreed. Soon
  let's play a wedding. All are alive and well.
  THANK GOD! I am very religious now
  human. This test has revealed to me
  eyes.
  Recently, my father pinned on me.
  He copied half of the cottage to me. And I
  gave this cottage to his nephew. He grows
  without a father. He needs it.
  My dears. Appreciate your life. Not
  give her for a pittance. After all, it’s all that
  you have!!!
  I wish you all a long life and good luck!

When the angels were getting ready for bed, the eldest of them saw a hole in the wall and carefully closed it. The younger, seeing this, asked why he was doing this. To which the elder angel replied: "You do not know the true state of things."
  In the morning they thanked the owners and left, and the next night they had the opportunity to spend the night in the house of a hospitable but very poor man and his wife. The couple treated them to dinner and gave their beds for the night, so that the angels slept well.
  Waking up in the morning, the angels saw the crying hosts. Their only cow, whose milk they sold to earn a living, died at night.
  When the angels continued on, the younger asked the elder: “Tell me, what is happening?” I do not understand you. You closed a hole in the wall of a house of a wealthy family, where we were poorly received, and in a hospitable house of the poor you allowed a cow to die!
“The true state of things,” answered the senior angel, “is that in a rich house in that hole is hidden gold that the owners do not know about. So I closed a hole so that they wouldn’t find it. Their wealth has already spoiled. And when we spent the night in a poor family, the death angel came for the owner’s wife, but instead of my wife I gave him a cow. ”
  And all because the tablets on the buildings built by these architects are found at every step.
  Wow.
  And the buildings stand still and amaze.
  And there were Trezzini and Montferrand, Vitali, Schlüter, Quarenghi, Klodt.
  And there were Chevakinsky, Stasov, Zakharov, Starov, Bazhenov, Brenna, Pimenov, Voroni-khin, and finally, many, many.
  Many were.
  And there remained from them buildings that would pass through the ages, and nameplates.
  And for each plate, you can establish when it all happened and under what emperor.
  And Montferrand correctly once said to the king:
  - We will build better in Russia!
  - In your country? The king asked him.
  - We have! - confirmed Montferrand.
  They were invited to build in Russia, and they became Russian, for them everything here became native and understandable, so everything is correct: "here, in Russia."
  What a thing! People were invited to build for money, and they built for money, and then it turned out that it was all soul, and style, and era. Do not confuse Isaac and the Kazan Cathedral, Smolny and the palace of Belossels-kih-Belozersky with nothing.
  Yes, gentlemen! Breed, you know. What a breed it was!
  However, there was.
  What are the signs about.
  And the kings were not afraid. And to you no servility, lizoblyudstva.
  People are words, people are deeds. People, in a word.
  They will remain in the memory of posterity. For her sake, I suspect, all this mess was started.
  Money, money, money - everything is perishable, but what they created is incorruptible.
  And the kings were in the know. Understood what was happening.
  And what kind of palaces turned out! Well, exactly their owners - prim or proud, restrained, majestic, crazy.
  This owner was German - strict, precise, punctual: in the mornings only coffee and rolls. And to the table - in a suit, and boots on a thick sole with buckles.
  And here is the east - pretentiousness, effeminacy, laziness and fabulous wealth.
  The sons of the Emir of Bukhara studied in St. Petersburg and served in the tsarist army, and when they came to visit them, they were horrified, and they wanted to do everything the way they did at home, in St. Petersburg.
  That's where politics was. Imperial, I will not hide, but politics.
  So the houses are the owners, and the owners are the houses.
What a deep understanding and insight into the essence of human nature - great and weak at the same time. And how much power is there in all this, the thirst for life.
  They really wanted to live, gentlemen.
  But then I find myself in such a place that between these houses is something made of glass.
  It shines in the sun.
  It shines so that it resembles an iron fix inserted into a number of healthy teeth.
  This is also a house, only it was recently built.
  And where is the tablet? Where is the name of the fact that all this is erected?
  Netuti! No name! And when it appeared here - it is also unknown.
  Nothing at all.
  That is, it is impossible to establish when this all happened.
  There would have been a sign, and it would have immediately become clear that it was all built under the head of a number such and such. And so - no one to blame. Itself has grown. That's bad luck!
  That is, those that Rossi and Rastrelli did everything because of money, but it turned out that for the sake of the soul.
  And here everyone erected because of the best urges of the soul, but it turns out that only for the sake of ordinary money.

A. Pokrovsky. Logbook-3

Which in a different form contains some moral teachings, teachings (for example, evangelical or Solomon wise parables), some wise thoughts (parables). Officially, it is a small genre of didactic fiction. Many identify the wisest parables with fables. This article reveals the concept of "parable." In addition, wise short parables are given.

What is a parable?

A parable is not so much a story as an instructive story. Many wise thoughts and parables have been transmitted for centuries from generation to generation. And this is no accident: in every such story there are various parables: for example, wise. Thanks to them, people learn the secrets of life, gain access to the awareness of world laws. Moreover, the uniqueness of the parables lies in the fact that they do not “load” the reader’s consciousness, but quite easily and unobtrusively convey to the person something valuable, innermost truth.

  parables of Abul Faraj

The famous Abul Faraj said that the parable is "a story refreshing the mind and removing pain and sorrow from the heart." Abul Faraj himself retold the wisest parables from around the world.

Paternal insight

Remembering the wise parables about life, it is impossible not to tell such a story. Once a doorbell rang and the man went to open. On the threshold stood his daughter with eyes full of tears, entering the house, she spoke first: "I can no longer live like this, harder and harder. As if daily I climb a huge mountain, and in the morning I start the procession from the very bottom again. Father, what will happen next, how can I not give up? "

He didn’t answer, he just went to the stove and put three saucepans on it, filled with clean spring water, putting chicken eggs in each carrot and pouring coffee powder into the last one. After 10 minutes, he poured the girl coffee in a bowl, and laid the carrots and egg on a saucer. As soon as she brought a cup of the fragrant drink to her face, the man asked her a question:

My daughter, what has changed in these subjects?
- Fresh carrots boiled, became softer. Coffee dissolved without a trace. Hard boiled egg.
- You rated only the paramount, but let's look at it from the other side. Strong and hard root vegetable became pliable and softened. As for the egg - outwardly it retained its face, like carrots, but its internal liquid medium became much harder and more collected. Coffee immediately began to dissolve, once in hot water, saturating it with its taste and aroma, which you now enjoy. That is exactly what can happen in the life of each of us. Strong people under the yoke of gravity will weaken, and fragile and offended ones will stand on their feet and will no longer lower their hands.
- But what about coffee, what does its transformation teach us? - asked the daughter with timid interest.
- These are the most vivid representatives of worldly life, having taken circumstances that are difficult at first glance, they are similar to what is happening, while giving each problem a piece of its taste and aroma. These are special people who, overcoming every step of their lives, draw something new, giving the world the beauty of their soul.

Parables and the Parable of the Rose

A mighty wind walked around the world and did not know worldly feelings and desires. But on one sunny and affectionate summer day, he met a red rose, which, with its light trend, looked even more beautiful. Beautiful petals responded to light breaths with a sweet delicate aroma and flowering. It seemed to the wind that he did not sufficiently express his devotion to the fragile plant, then he blew with all his might, forgetting about the tenderness that the flower needed. Unable to withstand such a hard and stormy pressure, the slender and lively stem broke. The mighty wind tried to revive its love and restore its former bloom, but it was too late. The gusts subsided, the former tenderness and softness, which enveloped the dying body of a young rose, returned, it was losing its life faster and faster.

Then the wind howled: "I gave you all my strength, great love! How could you break so easily ?! So, the strength of your love was not enough to stay with me forever."

Only with the same aroma did Rosa accompany her last seconds, answering passionate speeches in silence.

Don't cry in vain

Once an old, but very wise lecturer, reading another scientific work, suddenly stopped. In a liberating position, he heard from the rear desks:

Instead, the lecturer began to tell a long and bright joke, all sitting without exception burst out laughing. When the audience fell silent, he again told the same story, but only a few smiled. On the face of the others there was a question that hung in the air. Repeating for the third time, the silent scene dragged on for a long time. None of the audience even smiled, on the contrary, everyone was in a suspended and incomprehensible state.

Guys, why couldn't you laugh at my joke three times? You are sad every day over the same problem.

The professor smiled, and everyone sitting in the audience thought about his life.

Fate

One fine day, a wise wanderer came to the outskirts of a small town. He settled in a small hotel and every day he received a lot of people who were lost in their own lives.

One young man for a long time was looking for an answer to his fate in books, visiting many old men. Some advised to go with the flow, avoiding collisions with problems and troubles. Others, on the contrary, said that to swim against the current means to gain strength, to gain oneself. He decided to try his luck and listen to the advice of this old man.
Entering the room, the young man saw a man who was looking for something in the chest. He turned for a moment and pointed with his hand to the chair standing at the table.

Say what bothers you, I’ll listen and tell you.

The young man told him about visiting other sages, about reading books and about tips.

Go with the flow or against it? he said at the end of the story.
- Forgive me, well done, I probably listened to my old age and deafness. Where do you want to go yourself? - not looking up from his occupation, the wanderer asked.

The power of a word

A blind old man was sitting on the street with a sign asking for alms from passers-by. In his box there was only a few moments, the summer sun falling on his long thin legs. At this time, a charming young woman passed by, who, for a moment stopping, picked up a tablet and wrote something herself. The old man just shook his head, but did not say anything to her.

An hour later, the girl walked back, he recognized her by hasty and easy steps. The box at that time was full of new shiny coins, which were added every minute by people passing by.

Sweet girl, did you change my nameplate? I would like to know what is written there.
“Nothing is written there except the truth, I just slightly corrected it.” She says: "Now it’s so beautiful around, but, unfortunately, I can never see it." Throwing a couple of coins, the girl gave the old man a smile and left.

Happiness

Three simple men walked along the road on a summer day. They talked about their hard life, but they sang songs. They hear that somewhere someone will forgive help, looking into the pit, and there is happiness.

I will fulfill your every desire! Say what you want to receive, - happiness turns to the first peasant.
“In order not to live poorly until the end of his days,” the peasant answers her.
Happiness fulfilled his desire, he went towards the village with a bag of money.
“What do you want?” - turned happiness to the second man.
“I want Babu to have more beautiful girls!”

Immediately a beauty appeared beside him, a man grabbed her, and also went to the village.

What is your desire? - asks happiness from the last man.
“But what do you want?” - says the man.
“I would have to get out of the pit, good fellow,” said happiness timidly.

A man looked around, found a long log, and inclined to happiness. He turned, but began to return to the village. Happiness quickly got out and ran after him, accompanying him through life.

Guiding light

In ancient times, when there were still no networks of the World Wide Web and various engines, people went sailing in simple ships. Then one risk team went on a long journey full of dangers.

A few days later their ship fell into a storm and sank, and only a couple of experienced sailors managed to escape. They woke up on a distant unfamiliar island, in fear and hunger, gradually losing their minds.

On a particularly sunny day, a strange ship moored there. Immeasurable joy brought this saved, and they decided to build a tall and durable lighthouse.
Despite persuasion, they remained on this island until the end of their days, only rejoicing in their destiny. To direct people has become a great happiness and honor for each of them.

Conclusion

The wise parables cited in this article do not really load the reader’s consciousness, but quite easily and unobtrusively convey to the person something valuable, hidden truth.

Gilbert Kaplan was a journalist, and at 25 he founded his own magazine. For fifteen years his magazine Institutional Investor became one of the leading business publications and came out in a huge circulation.

But suddenly, aged 40 yearsHilbert Kaplan is selling his business.
  What happened?

The thing is that once he heard the Second Symphony by Gustav Mahler.

Gustav Mahler is an Austrian composer who in 1895 created a rather complex piece of music called Symphony No. 2 or “Resurrection”.

Mahler's music delighted Hilbert! It seemed that feelings woke up in him, which had been sleeping for a very long time, and he did not even know about their existence. But it seemed to him that not one conductor could give Mahler the way he deserved.

Hilbert Kaplan sold his magazine for $ 72 million and decided to become a conductor and show the world the splendor of Mahler.

Experts were sure that this is the most stupid undertaking. In that it’s impossible to become a conductor at any age. Friends laughed at Kaplan’s ridiculous undertaking. After all, before that, Kaplan had never conducted or played musical instruments.

But, no matter what, Kaplan began to study as a conductor.

And two years later his dream came true!

Parable. Past, present and future.

Three sages enjoyed the conversation. They argued about what is more important for a person - the past, present or future. One of them said:

“My past makes me who I am.” I can do what I learned in the past. I like people with whom I used to feel good, or similar to them.

“It is impossible to agree with this,” said the other, “a person is made by his future. It does not matter what I know and what I can do now - I will learn what I need in the future. My actions now depend not on what I was, but on what I am going to become. I like people who are not like those I knew before.

“You completely overlooked,” the third intervened, “that the past and the future exist only in our thoughts.” The past is gone. There is no future yet, and regardless of whether you recall the past or dream of the future, you act only in the present.

And for a long time the sages argued, enjoying a leisurely conversation.

Two neighbors lived. One was famous for wisdom and love for people. He was respected, often came for advice.

Why do people need books? This question has repeatedly been asked by great philosophers, thinkers and ordinary inhabitants. Each creation of a writer is a small world that brings something new for the reader: some books teach to love and empathize, others always come to the rescue and value friendship, and others set life priorities correctly. However, there are books that carry nothing but chaos and confusion, but they can hardly be called literature. Tales and short stories, short stories and novels, fables and tales ... All this is a great legacy of human wisdom, on a separate level which are parables about the meaning of life .

What are these short stories filled with deep meaning, which is sometimes impossible to convey in a three-volume collected works. What is their great strength? Who are these talented creators who presented to readers wise parables about the meaning of life   and human relationships, about faith and hope, about love and understanding, about tolerance and piety?

Why do we need parables about life?

Each of us from young nails, albeit unconsciously, began his acquaintance with parables - short stories about fictional heroes who carried a teaching and morality, every mother always told. And if in childhood this was perceived as part of upbringing, parental instruction, then in adulthood parables open from a completely different perspective. In addition to the obvious meaning that the work conceals, more and more new facets and subtexts appear that can show the whole depth of morality.

The main feature of the parables, in addition to the meaningful content and small volume, is their peculiar infinity - if the stories or stories are interesting only at the first reading, then philosophical parables about life   You can reread an unlimited number of times, and with each reading they will become more interesting. They unobtrusively, metaphorically open their eyes to readers of the only important thing in the world - goodness, mutual understanding and spirituality. Moreover, it doesn’t matter how many years ago a parable was created - five years or five centuries ago - it does not lose its relevance, nor do moral values \u200b\u200btransmitted from generation to generation become unnecessary or unimportant.

Parables about life and wisdom: where to start acquaintance?

In the context of modernity, literature has ceased to play a paramount role - the print media has been replaced by the Internet, mobile phones, e-books, and other gadgets. Of course, this technique, when used wisely, can bring a lot of good - in a matter of seconds to find the right information, tell absolutely any work, no matter what year and origin it may be. On the other hand, not one device is capable of creating a magical aura that appears the moment you open a book. That's why read parables about life better in printed form - this will help to feel the full power of the word, tactilely feel the softness of the pages, breathe in a special typographic flavor and absorb every word spoken in the parable.

However, there is nothing seditious to draw the wisdom of centuries online - no matter how paradoxical this may sound, the network has many really valuable and deep collections of parables that will allow you to plunge into the world of morality and spirituality, take a step towards a more conscious perception of yourself and get closer to knowledge of true values.

Beautiful parables about life   young listeners and readers really like it - the baby soul is especially delicate and sensitive, therefore such works cannot but find a response in it. Therefore, caring parents who seek to raise their child with a full-fledged and spiritually developed personality should begin acquaintance with such a genre from the first years of their life. Such an upbringing will be useful not only for the baby, but also for the parents themselves - light, kind and instructive parables will explain to the child something that cannot be conveyed directly, and the adult will be reminded of how important the soul is.

5 reasons to read parables about life

1. Such works allow you to look at life from a different angle, direct consciousness in the right direction, take a step on the path to self-development and revise your own values.
2. In moments of special emotional experience, there is nothing better than parables about life and wisdom . They will tell you what to do in a given situation, share the wisdom of centuries, and help open your eyes to events.
3. From these mini-stories it blows with good and light. Here you will not find dullness, despondency, cruelty and abuse - the stories are presented in such a way that they look more like positive stories about someone else's experience than instructions.
4. Such a collection will be an excellent antidepressant from stress and longing, sadness and unmotivated anxiety. An evening spent with a book of parables will relieve the tension of the past day, fill the soul with light and some indescribable faith in the beautiful, help to become more tolerant of others and understand what was hidden until this moment.
5. Proverbs should be the parent book of any parent - these mini-stories will be able to explain what cannot be presented in your own words. How to explain what is God? How to convey to a child that hurting with a word can be more painful than a deed, and helping your neighbor should be in the order of things? Only with the help of wise parables!

Beautiful parables about life: a lesson in morality or cognitive literature?

Each parable is its ode to a small casket in which morality is stored. And although their diversity is limitless, as spiritual matter is limitless, the most popular narratives touch upon the following aspects:

1. Happiness.  What really is true happiness, not glossy-fake, ostentatious, but a small and touching soul to tears? In something far, unattainable or in simple little things? The answers to these questions can be found in parables.
2. About the relationship.  Of course, not a single narrative is complete without a description of the relationship between people. A friendly shoulder, framed at the right time, supporting an outsider, a good deed towards a stranger - this is really valuable.
3. Dreams  Not to confuse desire and dream, not to abandon the dream in the name of momentary good - means to take the first step on the road to success.
4. Properly prioritized.  In the bustle of modern megacities, it is so difficult to notice what is really important - a loving look of a loved one, a smile on the face of a passer-by, the first flower that blossomed in the spring. Pay attention to the beautiful to make your life a little happier!
5. Attitude to money and career.  Are finances really important, as we used to think. Is buying 101 handbags more important than a couple of hours spent with your family? Is it really worth it to work without a break for a vacation on the overseas coast, instead of spending a weekend with those who are waiting for this so much? Work to live or live to work? Make no mistake in choosing not to miss the really important!

This list can be continued endlessly - folk wisdom, gathered in parables together, has no boundaries.

Wise parables about the meaning of life

Why do you get up in the morning every morning, go to an unloved job, sit in the office from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., listen to the boss’s displeased remarks, stand in traffic jams, and then break down on loved ones due to fatigue and devastation? Is this really your true destiny? Proverbs will help you find answers to these difficult questions.

Parables about life designed to remind people of what is really important. No wonder many collections are opened by a phrase that has long lost its author and has become popular: “Proverbs - the real art of words getting straight into the heart”. The search for the meaning of life is considered one of the most important tasks of a person in self-knowledge. In order not to get confused on this difficult path, from time to time pick up a collection of these wise stories so as not to forget about something important.