Читать книгу The fables and the parables - Tatiana Sindeeva-Burova - Страница 3

Once in the sunrise, going my way,

I saw a mule climbing up the hill…

Two heavy bags he carried on his back, limbs of his were extremely

hard to move, he went on, sighing, and blaming all his life for such

a heavy burden…

Having approached him, I said “Hello!” to him and wished

a lucky journey…

And the mule stopped and glimpsed at me, with his ears lifted,

with his eyes wide-opened, surprised so much by a sudden

morning talk.

“Ah, human being… you probably, are laughing, when wishing

luck and seeing all my burden, my limbs, so shivering, when

climbing uphill. I’ve lost my strength entirely, and you’re playing

jokes on me!”

“I’m not joking… just want to be amiable to you…, and if you let

me I’ll ask, what is contained in these heavy bags, which you bring

uphill with you, why is it so that you can’t move your limbs?”

“Oh, don’t you even ask… I carry the life’s burden, willing to raise

it up so high, and throw it from above, so it will not torture me,

I will be able to take a breath.

These bags contain my own hard feelings… on those who laughed

at me, who pointed with his finger, telling me I’m ugly, I’m not

“Mule, what the nonsense are you talking, how could one believe

in the words like that?

And why and how could you take this burden? The words

of a stranger who can’t see the soul…

The words of one mindless one, who sees but bare surface…

Who notices just picture, body shape… while the heart of his is

turning to concrete…

Just listen, dear creature, forget the words… forgive them all and

threw these words away, now throw all this burden… offences,

your anger at life, all that noise…

Here and now… throw all this, no need to lift it up!

Move on my friend, and see the light and good, climb up the

mountain of life, just leave your bags behind you, and move

without fear! Then your soul will fly, as soon as you throw your

burden, you will rise to the top, to Heaven, and you will see the

beauty of the world, the easiness of life… no gravity, no weight.”

The mule believed me… yes, he dreamt of flying since his birth,

He looked at all his bags, and his limbs, shaking of weight

and suffering, with all his might he raised himself, he cried

out loud he threw his things, his years-long belongings,

And what a wonder! Back and limbs, and body… they all are light

and joyful! He ran uphill, and laughed, he felt so high!

He ran and looked straight into my eyes… tears ran, his heartbeat

much faster, his voice was different… joyful and relieved…

“Thank you, oh, human being, you helped me understand

That the appearance is of no importance… the most significant

is the content… The Lord… laid difference in us, and that’s the

point, and everyone… could be unique and marvelous…

The body serves our soul; it is our tool, assistant in our way,

We must create… and sing the Heaven’ song, so splendid…

If we were all alike… like copies, samples, patterns,

We would become so foolish and unpleasant… with everyone

whose body somewhat differs.”

“It is alright with you, lovely creature, I’m glad you treat this right:

The soul… the wonderful breath of God, there is no frame, no

criterion, it can live only in flight… but the cargo, insults, pain…

can break the wings… Fly, live, my dear… continue to remember!

All that you had heard, the words that come out from the mouth

of the bad person, do not take them to heart and soul, be above

and while you will not take them close to your heart, they will be

just the words of a fool!”

2017