Читать книгу The fables and the parables - Tatiana Sindeeva-Burova - Страница 6

One day the Elk has his name day and called Lion and Raven

He lays the table in a good mood and waits for dear guests

Raven came and Lion came and they sat at the table

Elk ply them with exotic dishes and appetizing food

This dish was cooked of high-grade grass, it grew up on the fields

It’s very healthful for your pressure and for your heart of course

There is hay in front of you that was correctly stored

It’s depository of health and plant protein is

I eat it for my muscles and bones and then have energy

I run and jump like a machine. It’s salad of dandelions

It is spinach and racy sprouts, my dear friends, let’s eat!

Lion and Raven exchanged their glances and gazed both at the Elk

And Lion said: “My dear Elk, I eat no hay no straw

I only can sleep on the grass, but I don’t eat a hay!

You make a fun of us!”

“What kind of humorist you are!” – said Raven,

“I can eat one of seed but I don’t eat hay from birth

and I apologize!”

The Elk got upset and said “My dear guests, how it can be?

This food is very useful! And now it’s on fashion!

I tried to astonish my guests and all dishes were very hearty

What do you eat?’ – he asked the Raven ‘It’s only carrion

and dirt! And you, my Lion? Please, don’t judge! I cooked the best

for you look at the dishes, how much for health and body they’ve

contained Raven can’t stand more: “My Elk, what do you say?

How dare you tell me in such term and call names on my food?

I’ve eaten it three hundred years and I am in good health!”

And Lion adds “I agree with Raven and I don’t understand

Your goal of gathering us here. Is it your name day or teaching?

I eat meat all my life and it’s my food. I will not be the Elk!

I’m Lion and I’ll die as Lion! Whoever heard of such a thing?

That Lion eats hay? We need to go, sorry us, Elk

This dinner finished. It can’t be continued

Let’s go, my Raven, otherwise we can let out at!

Nature gifted us a life, we all are different and unique

The tastes differ. The harmony is born in wisdom.

2017