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Boris Ganago was called the patriarch of Orthodox children's literature, a living classic - more than one generation of believers grew up on the books of the writer.
A favorite author of kids, teenagers and adults, Boris Aleksandrovich was a versatile personality. At one time, he was the host of a series of programs on the Belarusian radio "Dukhovnaya Niva", one of the first organized the School of Catechists of the Minsk diocese. Developed "Methods of teaching catechism" for the Institute of Theology of the Belarusian State University, the School of Catechists and the Smolensk Theological School. According to his books (40 titles) and in his author's performance, CDs and audio cassettes were released.
The name of the author is known not only in Belarus, but also abroad. Boris Aleksandrovich Laureate of the Presidential Prize "For Spiritual Revival", head of the literary association "Spiritual Word". The total circulation of the writer's books exceeded 2,000,000 copies. In fact, he was one of the founders of the Belarusian Exarchate Publishing House.
As the writer himself said, he wrote and published the first lines after his retirement. From that moment on, the best years of his life began for him. His favorite genre is a story that is understandable to a person of any age, in which the main thing is moral truths. At the same time, Boris Ganago considered himself not a writer, but a popularizer of Christianity.
He was born on November 14, 1927 in Omsk. Graduated from the Sverdlovsk Theater Institute. He worked in theaters in Sverdlovsk, Volgograd and Minsk. He married, raised a son and a daughter. During this period, the future writer was in search of the meaning of life. According to Boris Alexandrovich, the prayers of his ancestors helped him to discover the true beauty of the Orthodox faith - the writer had two priests in his family.
"Light of the soul", "On the visible and invisible", "We are good children!", "For children about the soul", "For children about faith", "On the providence of God", "Is the heart ready?", "For children about prayer", "Let's be like children", "Fight for the soul" - these are just some of the books by Boris Ganago that are loved, read and re-read.
In August 2016, Boris Alexandrovich suffered a stroke.
He spent the last years of his life in the boarding house for war and labor veterans "Svitanak" near Minsk, where he received the necessary care and rehabilitation. Despite his venerable age and illness, Boris Alexandrovich continued his writing activity to the last, working on "the work of his life" - "Methods for teaching the catechism."
The editors of the portal site express their condolences to the family and friends of Boris Alexandrovich.
Give rest, Lord, to the soul of your deceased servant Boris and forgive him all sins, voluntary and involuntary, grant him the Kingdom of Heaven and create for him eternal memory and eternal rest!
Boris Ganago
And there was a meeting...
Too late?
There have never been bets like this! In one of the American schools, he was imprisoned by the director and students: he had to crawl on his knees, never stopping, from the school to his house. And this is one and a half kilometers!
At the start, a group of teenagers laughed and hooted. But at the sight of the difficulty with which each meter is given to a fairly plump and respectable teacher, the mockery gradually subsided. Some, noticing how drops of sweat roll down from their wrinkled faces, were already ready to shout: “Enough!”.
But a bet is a bet, and the laws of the pack are merciless: you either win or lose!
However, no one was aware of the essence and depth of the bet from the undergrowth. It seemed to them that the director lagged behind the era and with his appeals slowed down the course of centuries. Today, other rhythms, and the old man undermines their foundations.
The last meters were given to him especially hard. The teacher turned pale and with difficulty swallowed air.
Shouldn't you call a doctor? passers-by got worried.
However, the director crawled.
But there was no jubilation. The vanquished lowered their gazes guiltily.
The idea of the bet was born in a stormy verbal fight. The director called out:
Mowgli children, who have not heard words since birth, growing up, have already lost the ability to human speech. A similar threat hangs over modern children. Teenagers who grew up in the jungle of a new civilization of video drugs, who have not read since childhood, may lose the amazing gift of turning words into images.
By reading, we live many lives. The invaluable spiritual experience of great people becomes ours. Thoughts and feelings accumulated over the centuries are transmitted to us, enrich us.
A person cognizes the world not only formally and logically, but also emotionally and figuratively, comprehending the essence of epochs in a generalized way.
Sometimes he was interrupted:
Why do we need this?!
But he continued:
When letters are transformed into words, into a series of images, events, mental films are created, and creative forces increase. We become creators!
We no longer need video clips, the flashing of which paralyzes our attention and zombifies us, turning us into video addicts and destroying our personality.
Entire generations are at stake. Video production - mass culture - infects with the spirit of debauchery, banishes chastity and purity.
Reading is a mysterious contact with the soul of the author, with his hereditary memory. With his spirit, he either elevates or lowers us to the biological level, to the low animal instincts.
The images born while reading will live in us until the end of our days, influencing our thoughts and actions.
The teacher's voice now sounded penetrating, then thundered. But none of the disciples listened to him, for the gift of listening had already been lost by them. Only when the director offered a bet, having agreed in advance on any conditions, did the teenagers come up with, as it seemed to them, a win-win option. They made a promise to read fiction if...
The director complied with the condition of the bet. Now they had to bow their heads before world culture and crawl its way from earth to heaven.
Will these zombies be able to revive the gift given to them for co-creation, empathy, rejoicing, or is it lost by them forever?
Have their hearts been irrevocably petrified?
Isn't it too late?
The abyss opened...
The authorities of one of the prisons decided to expand the horizons of the prisoners. Maybe they went down the disastrous path because of grounded views?
An astronomer was invited. Many did not believe in this idea: are thieves, rapists and murderers really interested in something other than money, vodka and cards? But the skeptics objected: yes, they are sitting in prison because they have not seen anything beautiful in the world. In a word, they took a risk.
The lecturer turned out to be carried away by the sky and, moreover, he took with him picturesque slides with views of distant galaxies, the Milky Way, and mysterious nebulae. The prisoners, having learned who this time came for their enlightenment, exchanged mocking glances. But only endless distances flashed on the screen, foggy swirls and sublime music began to sound, subsided. Maybe they remembered childhood when they lifted their heads to the sky.
The abyss of stars has opened up full;
The stars have no number, the abyss - the bottom.
Those sentenced to captivity had a gleam in their eyes. Perhaps a guess flashed about his involvement in the eternal and the infinite?
Everyone listened quietly. Only one took a nap. But he also woke up when the conversation turned to a gold ingot that had fallen out of nowhere. Awakened, so to speak, a thirst for knowledge. It is not for nothing that the poet wrote:
Listen!
After all, if the stars are lit, it means that someone needs it?
So - someone wants them to be?
... So - it is necessary that every evening over the roofs
lit up at least one star ?!
Vladimir Mayakovsky "Listen!"
When, after the poems, Gagarin's smile shone on the screen, those who had long forgotten how to rejoice also smiled like a child. Something touched their hearts.
Now, when the stars appeared in the sky, the prisoners gathered at the window of the cell and thought about something. The sky beckoned them.
Then they were offered a conversation with a clergyman. However, not everyone wanted to hear about the Star of Bethlehem, which announced the Savior.
Alas! Alas! If at one time each of us had been conveyed the idea of personal immortality, perhaps there would be no prisons.
Blindness
Pavlik was returning from school. He walked with his head down, thoughtful and upset.
“Something is going on with mom and dad in our ideal family,” he thought sadly. - When did it start? Yes, yes, about two months ago ... At dinner, my mother said: “Enough for me to sit at home. I will get a job."
She began her search for options with her friends. She had a lot of them, and all in business.
That evening, my mother, Zoya Ivanovna, came home looking unusual, excited and agitated. And at dinner, she said, laughing, that she had met Mikhail, the very one whom, as a student, she almost married. Pavel did not like his mother's laughter, there was something unnatural in it.
He stole a glance at his father. Ivan Petrovich sat and listened calmly, but his left eye began to twitch. It was always like that when he was worried. Already Pavel knew his dad well, he not only loved him - they were friends.
Having calmed down, my mother even somehow mockingly told that Mikhail had gone to America to live with his relatives, where he graduated from his studies, and got married. He had a son, and after the sudden death of his father, he returned to his homeland. Having taken over his father's house and enterprise, he turned into a kind of American-Russian businessman.
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Boris Ganago
For children about the soul
2000 years
from Christmas
By blessing
His Eminence
Metropolitan of Minsk and Slutsk,
Patriarchal Exarch of All Belarus
FILARET
For elementary and middle school age
This book is enjoyed by both children and adults. Its author, B.A. Ganago, an Orthodox teacher with great experience, in simple stories involves the reader in reflections on the main issues of life.
© Publishers of the Belarusian Exarchate
Release Responsible:
Alexander Veinik,
Vladimir Grozov
Library Golden Ship.RU 2010
PARROT
AND WE WILL FLY
YOUR CHILD
TROJAN HORSE
THE LEGEND OF THE CHALIFA
WHO SAW WHAT?
TWO BEAUTY
MAGIC GLASSES
BIKE
DO YOU DREAM BELLS?
TOUCH
WANT TO BE A KING?
VOVA AND SNAKE
MASHENKA
CHRIST IS RISEN!
PARROT
Petya wandered around the house. All games are boring. Then my mother gave an order to go to the store and also suggested:
- Our neighbor, Maria Nikolaevna, broke her leg. She has no one to buy bread. Barely moves around the room. Let me call and see if she needs something to buy.
Aunt Masha was delighted with the call. And when the boy brought her a whole bag of groceries, she didn't know how to thank him. For some reason, she showed Petya an empty cage in which a parrot had recently lived. It was her friend. Aunt Masha looked after him, shared her thoughts, and he took it and flew away. Now she has no one to say a word to, no one to take care of. What is life if there is no one to take care of?
Petya looked at the empty cage, at the crutches, imagined how Aunt Mania was hobbling around the empty apartment, and an unexpected thought came into his head. The fact is that he had long saved up the money that was given to him for toys. Didn't find anything suitable. And now this strange thought is to buy a parrot for Aunt Masha.
Saying goodbye, Petya ran out into the street. He wanted to go to the pet store, where he had once seen various parrots. But now he looked at them through the eyes of Aunt Masha. Which one would she be friends with? Maybe this one will suit her, maybe this one?
Petya decided to ask his neighbor about the fugitive. The next day he told his mother:
- Call Aunt Masha ... Maybe she needs something?
Mom even froze, then pressed her son to her and whispered:
- So you become a man ... Petya was offended:
“But wasn’t I a human before?”
“I was, of course I was,” my mother smiled. – Only now your soul has woken up... Thank God!
- What is a soul? the boy was worried.
“It is the ability to love.
The mother looked at her son questioningly.
“Maybe you should call?”
Petya was embarrassed. Mom picked up the phone: Maria Nikolaevna, sorry, Petya has a question for you. I'll hand him the phone now.
There was nowhere to go, and Petya muttered in embarrassment:
– Aunt Masha, can you buy something?
What happened at the other end of the wire, Petya did not understand, only the neighbor answered in some unusual voice. She thanked him and asked to bring milk if he went to the store. She doesn't need anything else. Thanks again.
When Petya called her apartment, he heard the hasty clatter of crutches. Aunt Masha did not want to make him wait extra seconds.
While the neighbor was looking for money, the boy, as if by chance, began to ask her about the missing parrot. Aunt Masha willingly told about the color and behavior...
There were several parrots of this color in the pet store. Petya chose for a long time. When he brought his gift to Aunt Masha, then ... I do not undertake to describe what happened next.
Imagine it yourself...
MIRROR
Dot, dot, comma,
Minus, the face is crooked.
Stick, stick, cucumber -
Here comes the man.
With this rhyme, Nadia finished the drawing. Then, fearing that they would not understand her, she signed under it: "It's me." She carefully examined her creation and decided that something was missing from it.
The young artist went to the mirror and began to look at herself: what else needs to be completed so that anyone can understand who is depicted in the portrait?
Nadia loved to dress up and spin in front of a large mirror, tried different hairstyles. This time the girl tried on her mother's hat with a veil.
She wanted to look mysterious and romantic, like long-legged girls showing fashion on TV. Nadia introduced herself as an adult, cast a languid glance in the mirror and tried to walk with the gait of a fashion model. It didn’t turn out very pretty, and when she stopped abruptly, the hat slid down her nose.
Good thing no one saw her at that moment. That would be a laugh! In general, she did not like being a fashion model at all.
The girl took off her hat, and then her eyes fell on her grandmother's hat. Unable to resist, she tried it on. And she froze, making an amazing discovery: like two peas in a pod, she looked like her grandmother. She didn't have any wrinkles yet. Bye.
Now Nadia knew what she would become in many years. True, this future seemed to her very far away ...
It became clear to Nadia why her grandmother loves her so much, why she watches her pranks with tender sadness and sighs furtively.
There were steps. Nadya hurriedly put her cap back on and ran to the door. On the threshold she met ... herself, only not so frisky. But the eyes were exactly the same: childishly surprised and joyful.
Nadenka hugged her future self and quietly asked:
“Grandma, is it true that you were me as a child?”
Grandmother paused, then smiled mysteriously and took an old album from the shelf. Turning over a few pages, she showed a photograph of a little girl who looked very much like Nadya.
“That's what I was.
“Oh, really, you look like me!” - the granddaughter exclaimed in delight.
“Maybe you look like me?” Grandmother asked, slyly narrowing her eyes.
It doesn't matter who looks like who. The main thing is similar, - the baby did not concede.
“Isn't it important? And look what I looked like...
And the grandmother began to leaf through the album. There were just no faces. And what faces! And each was beautiful in its own way. Peace, dignity and warmth, radiated by them, attracted the eye. Nadya noticed that all of them - small children and gray-haired old men, young ladies and smart military men - were somewhat similar to each other ... And to her.
“Tell me about them,” the girl asked.
Grandmother pressed her blood to herself, and a story about their family, coming from ancient centuries, began to flow.
The time for cartoons had already come, but the girl did not want to watch them. She was discovering something amazing that was long ago, but lives in her.
Do you know the history of your grandfathers, great-grandfathers, the history of your family? Maybe this story is your mirror?
AND WE WILL FLY
The kid heard how in one fairy tale the son did not obey his mother. Once he didn’t listen, another ... And my mother turned into a bird and flew away.
The boy remembered what he had done today, and now the child’s hand grabbed his mother’s skirt:
“Mommy, won’t you fly away?”
But no matter how tightly we hold our hands, mothers most often fly away ... And we will fly away in due time. Let's fly away, then to meet forever.
In the meantime, mom is around, make her happy.
NIKA
Little Nika grew up in an art workshop. Her grandmother brought her here when she painted her paintings. The grandmother was caring and affectionate with her granddaughter, but when she took brushes in her hands, her gaze was already clouded, carried far away from the girl,
Sometimes art lovers gathered in the workshop. Grandmother showed them her paintings. There were inscribed the faces of famous people, emerging from the darkness of centuries, there were flowers and birds, but unusual, as if also striving somewhere. Behind them, a deep meaning gradually manifested itself, a painfully endured thought, a guess, the discovery of an invisible world. It seemed as if the streams of the Creator's love were pouring down on us.
The contemplatives involuntarily said: “Ah!” and took to tea. The conversation continued for a long time on the wave of impressions presented by the talent. The guests, carried away by what they saw, forgot about their granddaughter, little Nika. As soon as they entered, everyone admired her, presented marshmallows or chocolate. In those moments, Nika felt like a winner. After all, the name Nika means victory. Then, when everyone looked at the canvases, no one remembered her, as if she did not exist at all. And Nike liked it so much when they admired her. If someone did not look at her with an enthusiastic look, then she considered him a bad person and displeasedly turned up her nose in front of him. Nika was jealous of the pictures. She herself wanted to be contemplated, to be at the epicenter of delight.
One day she couldn't take it anymore. When the compliments to the grandmother's paintings sounded in chorus, the girl stood in front of the canvas and said:
- Look at me: I am a picture!
The little girl was spinning, showing what kind of frills-finti-flushes she had on her skirt, what bows, But did Nika sew a skirt? Did you tie your own bows? Did she create such eyes, hair, nose? So what is there to brag about?
Now, if she conquered the spirit of narcissism in herself, learned to love her grandmother, mother, all people, the Creator himself, then, indeed, she would become a Nika-winner, worthy of a picture.
YOUR CHILD
A chick fell out of the nest - very small, helpless, even the wings have not yet grown. He can’t do anything, he only squeaks and opens his beak - he asks for food.
The guys took it and brought it into the house. They built a nest for him out of grass and twigs. Vova fed the baby, and Ira gave water to drink and took out into the sun.
Soon the chick got stronger, and instead of a fluff, feathers began to grow in it. The guys found an old bird cage in the attic and, for reliability, put their pet in it - the cat began to look at him very expressively. He was on duty at the door all day long, waiting for the right moment. And no matter how much his children drove, he did not take his eyes off the chick.
Summer has flown by. The chick in front of the children grew up and began to fly around the cage. And soon he became cramped in it. When the cage was taken out into the street, he fought against the bars and asked to be released. So the guys decided to release their pet. Of course, it was a pity for them to part with him, but they could not deprive the freedom of someone who was created for flight.
One sunny morning, the children said goodbye to their pet, took the cage out into the yard and opened it. The chick jumped out onto the grass and looked back at his friends.
At that moment, a cat appeared. Hiding in the bushes, he prepared to jump, rushed, but ... The chick flew high, high ...
The holy elder John of Kronstadt compared our soul to a bird. For every soul the enemy hunts, wants to catch. After all, at first the human soul, just like a fledgling chick, is helpless, unable to fly. How can we preserve it, how can we grow it so that it does not break on sharp stones, does not fall into the net of a catcher?
The Lord created a saving fence behind which our soul grows and strengthens – the house of God, the Holy Church. In it, the soul learns to fly high, high, to the very sky. And she knows there such a bright joy that she is not afraid of any earthly nets.
WHO'S THERE?
Of course, you remember how in a children's fairy tale playful kids heard a knock on the door and a voice:
Little kids, kids, open up, open up.
Your mother has come
brought milk.
The kids rushed to the door, but something seemed suspicious to them. The voice is not my mother's at all.
They listened. And again they knock on the door and persuade:
- Kids, kids, open up, open up.
The goats became thoughtful, and they did not let a stranger into their house.
And this, as you remember, was an evil wolf who wanted to have breakfast with goats. They did not believe the villain, they did not open the door of their house or the door of their heart to him. The predator had to reforge his voice, pretend to be kind.
A fairy tale is a fairy tale, but even now wolves are prowling everywhere, trying to swallow your soul. Didn't notice? How, how... Full of them.
Just trust. They knock on you from the screen. Just open your heart to them, open it.
The Lord also knocks on our souls. He directly said:
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with me.
Who will we let in?
Whom shall we believe?
TROJAN HORSE
As soon as people did not defend themselves from enemies! They will build a fortress, dig a deep ditch around it, fill it with water, and only at the gates lower a drawbridge to let their own through. But even the most impregnable fortresses did not save. Sometimes the enemy took them by starvation, sometimes by cunning. Thus fell the famous Troy. The Greeks brought a wooden horse to its walls, in which the soldiers hid, and the Trojans, out of curiosity, dragged him to themselves. At night the Greeks got out and opened the gates...
Many people believe that the most impregnable fortress is their head. But it also has its own “Trojan horse”.
So you read an interesting book about pirates, and they immediately boarded your head and captured it. They anchored in your memory and already live in it like old friends. Or they may start giving orders... It happened in one of the schools in Washington. Barry entered his class, took out a pistol and began to aim at his comrades, at the guys with whom he studied and was friends.
They thought it was a stupid joke. But Barry opened fire... Then it turned out that the boy did the same thing as the main character of the book he recently read. Barry repeated everything to the last detail: he took the pistol of the same model, and shot the same way, even saying the words from the book at the same time. Maybe it was not Barry himself who took the lives of his comrades, but the image that entered his consciousness and came to life there?
What are you reading? What films do you watch? Who is hiding in our home "Trojan horse" - the TV? As soon as you turn it on, images from the screen will burst into your not-so-impregnable fortress-head and try to take possession of your soul.
Isn't that why the elders advised us to adopt the shield of prayer, the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ?
THE LEGEND OF THE CHALIFA
The caliph was rich, but neither countless treasures nor power pleased him. The monotonous, aimless days dragged on languidly. The advisers tried to entertain him with stories of miracles, mysterious events and incredible adventures, but the caliph's gaze remained absent-minded and cold. It seemed that life itself bored him, and he did not see any sense in it.
Once, from the story of a visiting traveler, the caliph learned about a hermit, to whom the innermost was revealed. And the lord's heart burned with a desire: to see the wisest of the wise and to find out, finally, why man was given life.
Having warned those close to him that he needed to leave the country for a while, the caliph set off. He took with him only the old servant who raised and raised him. At night, the caravan secretly left Baghdad.
But the Arabian Desert does not like to joke. Without a guide, the travelers got lost, and during a sandstorm they lost both the caravan and their luggage. When they found their way, they were left with only one camel and some water in a leather bag.
Unbearable heat and thirst knocked down the old servant, and he lost consciousness. The caliph also suffered from the heat. A drop of water seemed to him dearer than all treasures! The Caliph looked at the bag. There are still a few sips of precious moisture. Now he will refresh his parched lips, moisten his larynx, and then he will fall unconscious, like this old man who is about to stop breathing. But a sudden thought stopped him.
The caliph thought of the servant, of the life that he had given him entirely. This unfortunate, thirsty man dies in the desert, doing the will of his master. Caliph felt sorry for the poor man and was ashamed that for many years he had not found a kind word or a smile for the old man. Now they are both dying, and death will equalize them. So really, for all his many years of service, the old man did not deserve any gratitude?
And how can you thank someone who is already unaware of anything?
The Caliph took the sack and poured the rest of the healing moisture into the dying man's parted lips. Soon the servant stopped tossing about and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Looking at the peaceful face of the old man, the caliph experienced indescribable joy. These were moments of happiness, a gift from heaven, for which it was worth living.
And then - oh, the infinite mercy of Providence - streams of rain poured down. The servant woke up, and the travelers filled their vessels.
Coming to his senses, the old man said:
“Sir, we can continue on our way. But the Caliph shook his head.
- Not. I no longer need a meeting with a sage. The Almighty revealed to me the meaning of life.
WHO SAW WHAT?
A poor student fell in love with a rich girl. One day she invited him to her birthday party.
For the anniversary of their only daughter, the parents invited many guests, worthy people, from famous families. They always come with expensive gifts, compete with each other: which of them will impress the birthday girl more. And what can a poor student give besides his loving heart? Yes, and it is not in the price today. Now jewelry, luxurious outfits and envelopes with money are held in high esteem. You can't pack a heart in an envelope...
What to do? The student thought, thought, and came up with. He came to a rich store and asked:
- Do we have an expensive, but broken vase?
– How much does it cost?
She cost mere trifles. The delighted student asked to pack what was left of the vase in beautiful paper, and hurried to the cashier.
In the evening, when the guests began to present their gifts, the student approached the hero of the occasion and, with words of congratulations, handed her his purchase. Then, turning awkwardly, he, as if by accident, dropped the bundle, which fell with a clang.
Those present gasped, and the upset birthday girl, picking up the gift, began to unfold it.
And - oh, horror! Helpful sellers wrapped each fragment of the broken vase separately! The guests were outraged by the deceit, and the young man fled in disgrace.
And only to the pure soul of the girl these pieces seemed more precious than all the gifts. Behind them, she saw a loving heart.
TWO BEAUTY
Once upon a time there was an artist who worshiped beauty. He could for hours, forgetting about food and drink, look at the surf or the starry sky. As always happens in fairy tales, a beautiful girl fell in love with him. For several weeks the artist admired her, and then disappeared. His nature demanded new beauties, and he went to look for them.
Years passed... The beauty of the girl faded from grief. Yearning, but not losing hope, she waited for her lover.
One day they knocked on her door. Opening the door, she saw a blind tramp on the threshold. It was hard to find familiar features in the face of this emaciated wanderer, but her heart told her that it was him.
The girl's joy knew no bounds. And even the fact that the artist was blind did not seem to her a tragedy - after all, he could not see how her beauty faded. The main thing is that they were together again.
But her lover was deeply unhappy. Once he shared his cherished dream with a girl: to paint a picture that should become the main one in his life. The idea matured long ago, he saw her with his inner eye, but this blindness ... Oh, if only he could see again!
A fairy tale is a fairy tale, and the girl, of course, found a magic cure. And then doubts began to torment her soul. What will happen to her when the artist sees that her beauty has disappeared? Will she be alone again?
O loving woman's heart! With her hand, she moistened his eyelids with a healing balm, turned so that he could not see her face, and prepared to leave forever.
But a miracle happened! At that moment, when the artist received his sight, her beauty returned to her. And he couldn't take his eyes off her again.
And if not for the magical transformation? Would he really be so blind that he did not see the inner beauty of her soul, over which neither time nor grief has power?
MAGIC GLASSES
Pavlik found unusual glasses on the road. One glass seemed to him light, and the other dark.
Without thinking twice, he put them on, closed one eye and looked at the world through the dark glass. Around him, gloomy and dissatisfied passers-by were hurrying somewhere along the gray streets. The boy closed his other eye - and the sun seemed to come out: the faces of the people became joyful, and their glances were friendly. He tried again - the result was the same.
Pavlik brought home his find, told his mother about the miracle of transformation and showed her the magic glasses. Mom did not find anything strange in them and said:
- These are regular glasses. You are always up to something.
Pavlik checked again: indeed, the glasses are like glasses, without any miraculous transformations.
“But I have definitely seen people change. What happened to them?
It didn't happen to them, it happened to you. If your soul is good, you will see others as good.
The next day, Pavlik came to school and remembered with horror that because of these glasses he forgot to do math. Rushed to a neighbor on the desk:
- Olya, let me write off!
- I'm not giving it!
- It's a pity, isn't it?
- You're sorry.
- How is it - me?
- When do you ask to write off? If you don't understand something, ask. I'll explain everything to you.
“Here’s a bastard,” thought Pavlik and rushed to Igor, with whom he went to the sports section. He also said:
- Stop writing off! Learn to decide for yourself. How many times have I told you: “Come and help”?
- What is there - "come"! I need it now.
“Here are your friends, in trouble they will not shake hands. They only think about themselves. Well, I’ll remind you, ”Pavlik decided.
The bell rang and the teacher came in. Pavlik sits, shaking: “Oh, he will call me, how he will call me to drink. I know him. He will not spare his own son. He has no heart - so he is looking for someone to recoup.
But the teacher unexpectedly offered those who could not solve their homework to stay after class and sort it out. And now - a repetition of the past.
“It has passed! - Pavlik exulted. - No, the mathematician is still a good man, he feels when it is difficult for people. Yes, and Olya and Igor also wish me well. In vain I am so…”
And Pavlik again looked at the world through the eyes of love.
BIKE
Slavik has a kind soul: he spares nothing for his friends. And when his parents bought him a bike, he gave everyone a ride. He even offered. When Slava went out into the yard, the children shouted: “Hurrah!”
He was generally an amazing child. At the lessons he sat without moving, so as not to miss a single word. He was interested in everything: distant lands, ancient history, chemical experiments, and the English language. Yes, and mathematics is an interesting science, if you approach it correctly. But there is also chess, and photography, and much, much more. But how do you get it all done? There are so many interesting things in the world, and the day is so short...
So Slava came up with the idea to study by the alarm clock: half an hour for one subject, an hour for another. Much more can be done.
Somehow, a neighbor Andrei came to him and called him outside. And according to the schedule, Slavik has a walk in another hour. He refused. But seeing how upset Andryusha was, he suggested:
- You take a bike, ride. And I'll be out soon.
The neighbor's eyes sparkled with joy. He thanked his friend, grabbed the bicycle and left. And Slava's heart warmed up. It always happens when you do good.
Here the alarm rang. The boy looked at his schedule, and again for the books. An hour has passed.
The doorbell suddenly rang. A tear-stained Andrei stands on the threshold and mumbles something.
“Tell me, what happened?”
- In the neighboring yard, the big boys wanted to ride your bike. I didn't give them. Then they took him away and began to trample underfoot. Everything they could was broken or bent. Here, look, - and Andrey showed what until recently was a bicycle.
- Didn't they touch you?
- Well, thank God.
The neighbor looked at his friend in bewilderment.
- How is it - "thank God"?
However, Slava did not explain anything to him, only added
- Nothing. The Lord will rule!
Andrei did not understand anything: an expensive bicycle was broken, Slava's parents would definitely raise a fuss, and hit both of them hard. What to do? But Slava did not seem to be very upset, he kept repeating:
- Okay. Don't hang your nose. The Lord will help.
In the evening, Slava's parents returned from work. Upon learning of what had happened, the Pope issued a verdict:
Now you won't have a bike. Himself to blame. There was nothing to give a ride.
But the mother stood up for her son:
- I gave him permission. You can not deprive the child of the joy of sharing with friends.
Dad did not find what to object to this, and silently went into another room. Coming closer to her son, the mother asked:
- Well, what did you say to Andryusha?
What did you thank God for?
- Because the boys didn't touch Andrey... And the Lord sent me a test. You yourself taught me to always say that.
Mom sighed, was silent, then went up to the icon of the Savior and, crossing herself, said:
- Glory to Thee, God! Glory to Thee!
It soon started to rain, and no one needed the bike. And for Easter, dad gave Slava a new folding bike, much better than the old one. As soon as the roads dried up, the boy began to drive it around the area. And Andrey gave a ride, as if there was no autumn story. And he, riding, dreamed of growing up as soon as possible and buying a bicycle for all the kids in the yard.
DO YOU DREAM BELLS?
There is a sea of flowers in the field, reaching out to us, greeting us. The bells, nodding their heads, seem to ring.
About what? “They rejoice in life and ring to awaken our souls.
A wild, rebellious horse rushes like an arrow. His hooves beat on bells. The rider cannot restrain the indomitable run. He only asks:
my bells,
Steppe flowers!
Don't curse me
Dark blue!
Why is he asking for forgiveness? For what?
Who knows, maybe they will hear him, and from the word “sorry” the wounds will heal, the pain will be forgotten?
Our desires, whims are an indomitable horse. How often, having jumped on it, we hurt the smiles of loved ones: we grieve, offend, do not listen.
Once upon a time, children approached their parents before going to bed and whispered:
- I'm sorry, mommy ... I'm sorry, daddy ...
And then fell asleep sweetly. And they dreamed of bells. Sea of flowers.
TOUCH
The kid sits on the floor, plays and suddenly asks:
“Grandma, do you love me?”
“I love you,” Grandma replies, not looking up from her knitting.
The kid got up, walked around, thought about something, and again:
- Do you really love me? Grandma put off knitting:
- Well, you, little one, of course, I love you.
- Do you love me very much?
Instead of answering, the grandmother hugged and kissed him. The kid smiled and calmly went to play.
Our soul is like a child. And she gets lonely. But it is worth approaching the icon, crossing yourself, kissing it - and the soul becomes warm.
WANT TO BE A KING?
At the window, a baby is begging:
- Buy it! Buy it...
Mom will listen, listen, and then she can’t stand it and buy it. They bring a new toy home, the child plays a little and throws it into the corner. And there is already a whole mountain of “buy-buy” lying around.
A grandmother with Alya is walking down the street. The girl will see something interesting, ask to buy it, and the grandmother will calmly explain:
“Now we don’t have any money. Only for milk.
Alya-clever thinks and says:
- All right, then.
Then she will forget about her desire, but she remembers that there is not enough money. And, if she wants something, she says to herself:
- Then, then...
Quite a baby, but he controls his desires.
Once King Frederick, tired of important matters, went for a walk. On a dark alley he ran into a blind man.
- Who are you? Friedrich asked.
- I am a king! the blind man replied.
- King? the monarch was surprised. - And who do you manage?
- By yourself! - said the blind man and passed by.
Friedrich considered. Perhaps it is indeed easier to command an entire state than oneself, one's own desires?
But Ala is not difficult at all. He sees a beautiful toy or a chocolate bar in the window and waves his pen:
“Later, later… Isn’t she a queen?”
VOVA AND SNAKE
Grandmother often read to Volodya about Adam and Eve, about how amazing life was in paradise, how God created the world and how he made the first man out of the earth.
Volodya then himself tried to mold a little man in the sandbox, but something did not work out for him. And grandmother's stories were so interesting. Can you compare them to cartoons?
The boy also liked to hear about animals: how in paradise a wolf and a lamb were friends, how animals understood people and obeyed them. He also tried to command the cat, but for some reason she ran away.
But most of all, Volodya liked the story of how the serpent persuaded Eve to taste the forbidden fruit. Grandma said:
- It's written about you.
Well, the boy could not understand why this story is about him. Grandmother compared the forbidden fruit to a traffic light. In paradise, the green color burns everywhere, and red on the forbidden fruit. But why is he here? He does not cross the road at red lights.
One day they went to the store with their grandmother. Vova saw how one old woman dropped her money. He quietly picked it up, thought for a second, and then returned the find to the old woman. She gasped, thanked and even bowed to the boy. She obviously needed the money.
When they left the store, Vova confessed to his grandmother:
“I really wanted to take this money for myself. I have been dreaming of buying soldiers for a long time. And then I remembered the commandment “Thou shalt not steal”. So I decided to give.
Grandmother stroked his head and said:
- It was the snake that seduced you, whispered that you would take the money you found for yourself. And you defeated him!
MASHENKA
Christmas story
Once, many years ago, the girl Masha was mistaken for an Angel. It happened like this.
One poor family had three children. Their father died, their mother worked where she could, and then fell ill. There was not a crumb left in the house, but there was so much to eat. What to do?
Mom went out into the street and began to beg, but people, not noticing her, passed by. Christmas night was approaching, and the words of the woman: “I don’t ask myself, my children ... for Christ’s sake!” drowned in the pre-holiday bustle.
In desperation, she entered the church and began to ask Christ Himself for help. Who else was there to ask?
Here, at the icon of the Savior, Masha saw a woman kneeling. Her face was filled with tears. The girl had never seen such suffering before.
Masha had an amazing heart. When they were happy nearby, and she wanted to jump for happiness. But if someone was hurt, she could not pass by and asked:
- What happened to you? Why are you crying? And someone else's pain penetrated into her heart. And now she leaned towards the woman:
- Do you have grief?
And when she shared her misfortune with her, Masha, who had never experienced a feeling of hunger in her life, imagined three lonely babies who had not seen food for a long time. Without thinking, she handed the woman five rubles. It was all her money.
At that time, this was a significant amount, and the woman's face lit up.
- Where is your house? Masha asked in parting. She was surprised to learn that a poor family lives in a nearby basement. The girl did not understand how it was possible to live in the basement, but she firmly knew what she needed to do this Christmas evening.
Happy mother, as if on wings, flew home. She bought food at a nearby store, and the children happily greeted her.
Soon the stove blazed and the samovar boiled. The children warmed up, sated and quieted down. A table set with food was an unexpected holiday for them, almost a miracle.
PARROT
Petya wandered around the house. All games are boring. Then my mother gave an order to go to the store and also suggested:
Our neighbor, Maria Nikolaevna, broke her leg. She has no one to buy bread. Barely moves around the room. Let me call and see if she needs something to buy.
Aunt Masha was delighted with the call. And when the boy brought her a whole bag of groceries, she didn't know how to thank him. For some reason, she showed Petya an empty cage in which a parrot had recently lived. It was her friend. Aunt Masha looked after him, shared her thoughts, and he took it and flew away. Now she has no one to say a word to, no one to take care of. What is life if there is no one to take care of?
Petya looked at the empty cage, at the crutches, imagined how Aunt Mania was hobbling around the empty apartment, and an unexpected thought came into his head. The fact is that he had long saved up the money that was given to him for toys. Didn't find anything suitable. And now this strange thought - to buy a parrot for Aunt Masha.
Saying goodbye, Petya ran out into the street. He wanted to go to the pet store, where he had once seen various parrots. But now he looked at them through the eyes of Aunt Masha. Which one would she be friends with? Maybe this one will suit her, maybe this one?
Petya decided to ask his neighbor about the fugitive. The next day he told his mother:
Call Aunt Masha... Maybe she needs something?
Mom even froze, then pressed her son to her and whispered:
So you become a man ... Petya was offended:
Wasn't I a human before?
There was, of course, there was, - my mother smiled. - Only now your soul has also awakened ... Thank God!
What is a soul? - the boy was worried.
This is the ability to love.
The mother looked at her son questioningly.
Maybe call yourself?
Petya was embarrassed. Mom picked up the phone: Maria Nikolaevna, sorry, Petya has a question for you. I'll hand him the phone now.
There was nowhere to go, and Petya muttered in embarrassment:
Aunt Masha, can you buy something?
What happened at the other end of the wire, Petya did not understand, only the neighbor answered in some unusual voice. She thanked him and asked to bring milk if he went to the store. She doesn't need anything else. Thanks again.
When Petya called her apartment, he heard the hasty clatter of crutches. Aunt Masha did not want to make him wait extra seconds.
While the neighbor was looking for money, the boy, as if by chance, began to ask her about the missing parrot. Aunt Masha willingly told about the color and behavior ...
There were several parrots of this color in the pet store. Petya chose for a long time. When he brought his gift to Aunt Masha, then ... I do not undertake to describe what happened next.
Imagine it yourself...
MIRROR
Dot, dot, comma,
Minus, the face is crooked.
Stick, stick, cucumber -
Here comes the man.
With this rhyme, Nadia finished the drawing. Then, fearing that they would not understand her, she signed under it: "It's me." She carefully examined her creation and decided that something was missing from it.
The young artist went to the mirror and began to look at herself: what else needs to be completed so that anyone can understand who is depicted in the portrait?
Nadia loved to dress up and spin in front of a large mirror, tried different hairstyles. This time the girl tried on her mother's hat with a veil.
She wanted to look mysterious and romantic, like long-legged girls showing fashion on TV. Nadia introduced herself as an adult, cast a languid glance in the mirror and tried to walk with the gait of a fashion model. It didn’t turn out very pretty, and when she stopped abruptly, the hat slid down her nose.
Good thing no one saw her at that moment. That would be a laugh! In general, she did not like being a fashion model at all.
The girl took off her hat, and then her eyes fell on her grandmother's hat. Unable to resist, she tried it on. And she froze, making an amazing discovery: like two peas in a pod, she looked like her grandmother. She didn't have any wrinkles yet. Bye.
Now Nadia knew what she would become in many years. True, this future seemed to her very far away ...
It became clear to Nadia why her grandmother loves her so much, why she watches her pranks with tender sadness and sighs furtively.
There were steps. Nadya hurriedly put her cap back on and ran to the door. On the threshold, she met ... herself, only not so frisky. But the eyes were exactly the same: childishly surprised and joyful.
Nadenka hugged her future self and quietly asked:
Grandma, is it true that you were me as a child?
Grandmother paused, then smiled mysteriously and took an old album from the shelf. Turning over a few pages, she showed a photograph of a little girl who looked very much like Nadya.
That's what I was.
Oh, you really look like me! - the granddaughter exclaimed in delight.
Or maybe you look like me? - slyly narrowed her eyes, asked the grandmother.
It doesn't matter who looks like who. The main thing is similar, - the baby did not concede.
Isn't it important? And look what I looked like...
And the grandmother began to leaf through the album. There were just no faces. And what faces! And each was beautiful in its own way. Peace, dignity and warmth, radiated by them, attracted the eye. Nadia noticed that all of them - small children and gray-haired old men, young ladies and smart military men - were somewhat similar to each other ... And to her.
Tell me about them, the girl asked.
Grandmother pressed her blood to herself, and a story about their family, coming from ancient centuries, began to flow.
The time for cartoons had already come, but the girl did not want to watch them. She was discovering something amazing that was long ago, but lives in her.
Do you know the history of your grandfathers, great-grandfathers, the history of your family? Maybe this story is your mirror?
AND WE WILL FLY
The kid heard how in one fairy tale the son did not obey his mother. Once he didn’t listen, another ... And my mother turned into a bird and flew away.
The boy remembered what he had done today, and now the child’s hand grabbed his mother’s skirt:
Mommy, won't you fly away?
But no matter how tightly we hold our hands, mothers most often fly away ... And we will fly away in due time. Let's fly away, then to meet forever.
In the meantime, mom is around, make her happy.
NIKA
Little Nika grew up in an art workshop. Her grandmother brought her here when she painted her paintings. The grandmother was caring and affectionate with her granddaughter, but when she took brushes in her hands, her gaze was already clouded, carried far away from the girl,
Sometimes art lovers gathered in the workshop. Grandmother showed them her paintings. There were inscribed the faces of famous people, emerging from the darkness of centuries, there were flowers and birds, but unusual, as if also striving somewhere. Behind them, a deep meaning gradually manifested itself, a painfully endured thought, a guess, the discovery of an invisible world. It seemed as if the streams of the Creator's love were pouring down on us.
The contemplatives involuntarily said: “Ah!” and took to tea. The conversation continued for a long time on the wave of impressions presented by the talent. The guests, carried away by what they saw, forgot about their granddaughter, little Nika. As soon as they entered, everyone admired her, presented marshmallows or chocolate. In those moments, Nika felt like a winner. After all, the name Nika means victory. Then, when everyone looked at the canvases, no one remembered her, as if she did not exist at all. And Nike liked it so much when they admired her. If someone did not look at her with an enthusiastic look, then she considered him a bad person and displeasedly turned up her nose in front of him. Nika was jealous of the pictures. She herself wanted to be contemplated, to be at the epicenter of delight.
One day she couldn't take it anymore. When the compliments to the grandmother's paintings sounded in chorus, the girl stood in front of the canvas and said:
Look at me: I am a painting!
The little girl was spinning, showing what kind of frills-finti-flushes she had on her skirt, what bows, But did Nika sew a skirt? Did you tie your own bows? Did she create such eyes, hair, nose? So what is there to brag about?
Now, if she conquered the spirit of narcissism in herself, learned to love her grandmother, mother, all people, the Creator himself, then, indeed, she would become a Nika-winner, worthy of a picture.
YOUR CHILD
A chick fell out of the nest - very small, helpless, even the wings have not yet grown. He can’t do anything, he only squeaks and opens his beak - he asks for food.
The guys took it and brought it into the house. They built a nest for him out of grass and twigs. Vova fed the baby, and Ira gave water to drink and took out into the sun.
Soon the chick got stronger, and instead of a fluff, feathers began to grow in it. The guys found an old birdcage in the attic and, for reliability, put their pet in it - the cat began to look at him very expressively. He was on duty at the door all day long, waiting for the right moment. And no matter how much his children drove, he did not take his eyes off the chick.
Summer has flown by. The chick in front of the children grew up and began to fly around the cage. And soon he became cramped in it. When the cage was taken out into the street, he fought against the bars and asked to be released. So the guys decided to release their pet. Of course, it was a pity for them to part with him, but they could not deprive the freedom of someone who was created for flight.
One sunny morning, the children said goodbye to their pet, took the cage out into the yard and opened it. The chick jumped out onto the grass and looked back at his friends.
At that moment, a cat appeared. Hiding in the bushes, he prepared to jump, rushed, but ... The chick flew high, high ...
The holy elder John of Kronstadt compared our soul to a bird. For every soul the enemy hunts, wants to catch. After all, at first the human soul, just like a fledgling chick, is helpless, unable to fly. How can we preserve it, how can we grow it so that it does not break on sharp stones, does not fall into the net of a catcher?
The Lord created a saving fence behind which our soul grows and strengthens - the house of God, the Holy Church. In it, the soul learns to fly high, high, to the very sky. And she knows there such a bright joy that she is not afraid of any earthly nets.
WHO'S THERE?
Of course, you remember how in a children's fairy tale playful kids heard a knock on the door and a voice:
Little kids, kids, open up, open up.
Your mother has come
brought milk.
The kids rushed to the door, but something seemed suspicious to them. The voice is not my mother's at all.
They listened. And again they knock on the door and persuade:
Little kids, kids, open up, open up.
The goats became thoughtful, and they did not let a stranger into their house.
And this, as you remember, was an evil wolf who wanted to have breakfast with goats. They did not believe the villain, they did not open the door of their house or the door of their heart to him. The predator had to reforge his voice, pretend to be kind.
A fairy tale is a fairy tale, but even now wolves are prowling everywhere, trying to swallow your soul. Didn't notice? How, how… Full of them.
Just trust. They knock on you from the screen. Just open your heart to them, open it.
The Lord also knocks on our souls. He directly said:
Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with me.
Who will we let in?
Whom shall we believe?
TROJAN HORSE
As soon as people did not defend themselves from enemies! They will build a fortress, dig a deep ditch around it, fill it with water, and only at the gates lower a drawbridge to let their own through. But even the most impregnable fortresses did not save. Sometimes the enemy took them by starvation, sometimes by cunning. Thus fell the famous Troy. The Greeks brought a wooden horse to its walls, in which the soldiers hid, and the Trojans, out of curiosity, dragged him to themselves. At night, the Greeks got out and opened the gates ...
Many people believe that the most impregnable fortress is their head. But it also has its own “Trojan horse”.
So you read an interesting book about pirates, and they immediately boarded your head and captured it. They anchored in your memory and already live in it like old friends. Or they may start giving orders… It happened in one of the schools in Washington. Barry entered his class, took out a pistol and began to aim at his comrades, at the guys with whom he studied and was friends.
They thought it was a stupid joke. But Barry opened fire ... Then it turned out that the boy did the same as the main character of the book he had recently read. Barry repeated everything to the last detail: he took the pistol of the same model, and shot the same way, even saying the words from the book at the same time. Maybe it was not Barry himself who took the lives of his comrades, but the image that entered his consciousness and came to life there?
What are you reading? What films do you watch? Who is hiding in our home "Trojan horse" - TV? As soon as you turn it on, images from the screen will burst into your not-so-impregnable fortress-head and try to take possession of your soul.
Isn't that why the elders advised us to adopt the shield of prayer, the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ?
THE LEGEND OF THE CHALIFA
The caliph was rich, but neither countless treasures nor power pleased him. The monotonous, aimless days dragged on languidly. The advisers tried to entertain him with stories of miracles, mysterious events and incredible adventures, but the caliph's gaze remained absent-minded and cold. It seemed that life itself bored him, and he did not see any sense in it.
Once, from the story of a visiting traveler, the caliph learned about a hermit, to whom the innermost was revealed. And the lord's heart burned with a desire: to see the wisest of the wise and to find out, finally, why man was given life.
Having warned those close to him that he needed to leave the country for a while, the caliph set off. He took with him only the old servant who raised and raised him. At night, the caravan secretly left Baghdad.
But the Arabian Desert does not like to joke. Without a guide, the travelers got lost, and during a sandstorm they lost both the caravan and their luggage. When they found their way, they were left with only one camel and some water in a leather bag.
Unbearable heat and thirst knocked down the old servant, and he lost consciousness. The caliph also suffered from the heat. A drop of water seemed to him dearer than all treasures! The Caliph looked at the bag. There are still a few sips of precious moisture. Now he will refresh his parched lips, moisten his larynx, and then he will fall unconscious, like this old man who is about to stop breathing. But a sudden thought stopped him.
The caliph thought of the servant, of the life that he had given him entirely. This unfortunate, thirsty man dies in the desert, doing the will of his master. Caliph felt sorry for the poor man and was ashamed that for many years he had not found a kind word or a smile for the old man. Now they are both dying, and death will equalize them. So really, for all his many years of service, the old man did not deserve any gratitude?
And how can you thank someone who is already unaware of anything?
The Caliph took the sack and poured the rest of the healing moisture into the dying man's parted lips. Soon the servant stopped tossing about and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Looking at the peaceful face of the old man, the caliph experienced indescribable joy. These were moments of happiness, a gift from heaven, for which it was worth living.
And then - oh, the infinite mercy of Providence - streams of rain poured down. The servant woke up, and the travelers filled their vessels.
Coming to his senses, the old man said:
Sir, we can continue on our way. But the Caliph shook his head.
No. I no longer need a meeting with a sage. The Almighty revealed to me the meaning of life.
WHO SAW WHAT?
A poor student fell in love with a rich girl. One day she invited him to her birthday party.
For the anniversary of their only daughter, the parents invited many guests, worthy people, from famous families. They always come with expensive gifts, compete with each other: which of them will impress the birthday girl more. And what can a poor student give besides his loving heart? Yes, and it is not in the price today. Now jewelry, luxurious outfits and envelopes with money are held in high esteem. And you can’t pack a heart in an envelope ...
What to do? The student thought, thought, and came up with. He came to a rich store and asked:
Do we have an expensive but broken vase?
And how much does it cost?
She cost mere trifles. The delighted student asked to pack what was left of the vase in beautiful paper, and hurried to the cashier.
In the evening, when the guests began to present their gifts, the student approached the hero of the occasion and, with words of congratulations, handed her his purchase. Then, turning awkwardly, he, as if by accident, dropped the bundle, which fell with a clang.
Those present gasped, and the upset birthday girl, picking up the gift, began to unfold it.
And - oh, horror! Helpful sellers wrapped each fragment of the broken vase separately! The guests were outraged by the deceit, and the young man fled in disgrace.
And only to the pure soul of the girl these pieces seemed more precious than all the gifts. Behind them, she saw a loving heart.
TWO BEAUTY
Once upon a time there was an artist who worshiped beauty. He could for hours, forgetting about food and drink, look at the surf or the starry sky. As always happens in fairy tales, a beautiful girl fell in love with him. For several weeks the artist admired her, and then disappeared. His nature demanded new beauties, and he went to look for them.
Years passed... The beauty of the girl faded from grief. Yearning, but not losing hope, she waited for her lover.
One day they knocked on her door. Opening the door, she saw a blind tramp on the threshold. It was hard to find familiar features in the face of this emaciated wanderer, but her heart told her that it was him.
The girl's joy knew no bounds. And even the fact that the artist was blind did not seem to her a tragedy - after all, he could not see how her beauty faded. The main thing is that they were together again.
But her lover was deeply unhappy. Once he shared his cherished dream with a girl: to paint a picture that should become the main one in his life. The idea matured long ago, he saw her with his inner eye, but this blindness ... Oh, if only he became sighted again!
A fairy tale is a fairy tale, and the girl, of course, found a magic cure. And then doubts began to torment her soul. What will happen to her when the artist sees that her beauty has disappeared? Will she be alone again?
O loving woman's heart! With her hand, she moistened his eyelids with a healing balm, turned so that he could not see her face, and prepared to leave forever.
But a miracle happened! At that moment, when the artist received his sight, her beauty returned to her. And he couldn't take his eyes off her...
And if not for the magical transformation? Would he really be so blind that he did not see the inner beauty of her soul, over which neither time nor grief has power?
MAGIC GLASSES
Pavlik found unusual glasses on the road. One glass seemed to him light, and the other - dark.
Without thinking twice, he put them on, closed one eye and looked at the world through the dark glass. Around him, gloomy and dissatisfied passers-by were hurrying somewhere along the gray streets. The boy closed his other eye - and the sun seemed to come out: the faces of the people became joyful, and their glances were friendly. He tried again - the result was the same.
Pavlik brought home his find, told his mother about the miracle of transformation and showed her the magic glasses. Mom did not find anything strange in them and said:
These are regular glasses. You are always up to something.
Pavlik checked again: indeed, the glasses are like glasses, without any miraculous transformations.
But I have definitely seen people change. What happened to them?
It didn't happen to them, but to you. If your soul is good, you will see others as good.
The next day, Pavlik came to school and remembered with horror that because of these glasses he forgot to do math. Rushed to a neighbor on the desk:
Olya, let me write off!
It's a pity, isn't it?
You're sorry.
How is it - me?
When do you ask to write off? If you don't understand something, ask. I'll explain everything to you.
“Here's a bastard,” thought Pavlik and rushed to Igor, with whom he went to the sports section. He also said:
Stop writing off! Learn to decide for yourself. How many times have I told you: “Come and help”?
What is there - "come"! I need it now.
“Here are your friends, in trouble they will not shake hands. They only think about themselves. Well, I'll remind you, ”Pavlik decided.
The bell rang and the teacher came in. Pavlik sits, shaking: “Oh, he will call me, how he will call me to drink. I know him. He will not spare his own son. He has no heart - so he is looking for someone to recoup.
But the teacher unexpectedly offered those who could not solve their homework to stay after class and sort it out. And now - a repetition of the past.
“It has passed! - Pavlik exulted. - No, the mathematician is still a good man, he feels when it is difficult for people. Yes, and Olya and Igor also wish me well. In vain I am so…”
And Pavlik again looked at the world through the eyes of love.
BIKE
Slavik has a kind soul: he spares nothing for his friends. And when his parents bought him a bike, he gave everyone a ride. He even offered. When Slava went out into the yard, the children shouted: “Hurrah!”
He was generally an amazing child. At the lessons he sat without moving, so as not to miss a single word. He was interested in everything: distant lands, ancient history, chemical experiments, and the English language. Yes, and mathematics is an interesting science, if you approach it correctly. But there is also chess, and photography, and much, much more. But how do you get it all done? There are so many interesting things in the world, and the day is so short ...
So Slava came up with the idea to study by the alarm clock: half an hour for one subject, an hour for another. Much more can be done.
Somehow, a neighbor Andrei came to him and called him outside. And according to the schedule, Slavik has a walk in another hour. He refused. But seeing how upset Andryusha was, he suggested:
You take a bike, ride. And I'll be out soon.
The neighbor's eyes sparkled with joy. He thanked his friend, grabbed the bicycle and left. And Slava's heart warmed up. It always happens when you do good.
Here the alarm rang. The boy looked at his schedule, and again for the books. An hour has passed.
The doorbell suddenly rang. A tear-stained Andrei stands on the threshold and mumbles something.
Tell me what happened?
In the neighboring yard, the big boys wanted to ride your bike. I didn't give them. Then they took him away and began to trample underfoot. Everything they could was broken or bent. Here, look, - and Andrey showed what until recently was a bicycle.
Haven't you been touched?
Well, thank God.
The neighbor looked at his friend in bewilderment.
How is it - "thank God"?
However, Slava did not explain anything to him, only added
Nothing. The Lord will rule!
Andrei did not understand anything: an expensive bicycle was broken, Slava's parents would definitely raise a fuss, and hit both of them hard. What to do? But Slava did not seem to be very upset, he kept repeating:
OK. Don't hang your nose. The Lord will help.
In the evening, Slava's parents returned from work. Upon learning of what had happened, the Pope issued a verdict:
Now you don't have a bike. Himself to blame. There was nothing to give a ride.
But the mother stood up for her son:
I allowed him this. You can not deprive the child of the joy of sharing with friends.
Dad did not find what to object to this, and silently went into another room. Coming closer to her son, the mother asked:
So what did you say Andryusha?
What did you thank God for?
For the fact that the boys did not touch Andrei ... And the Lord sent me a test. You yourself taught me to always say that.
Mom sighed, was silent, then went up to the icon of the Savior and, crossing herself, said:
Glory to Thee, God! Glory to Thee!
It soon started to rain, and no one needed the bike. And for Easter, dad gave Slava a new folding bike, much better than the old one. As soon as the roads dried up, the boy began to drive it around the area. And Andrey gave a ride, as if there was no autumn story. And he, riding, dreamed of growing up as soon as possible and buying a bicycle for all the kids in the yard.
DO YOU DREAM BELLS?
There is a sea of flowers in the field, reaching out to us, greeting us. The bells, nodding their heads, seem to ring.
About what? - They rejoice in life and ring to awaken our souls.
A wild, rebellious horse rushes like an arrow. His hooves beat on bells. The rider cannot restrain the indomitable run. He only asks:
my bells,
Steppe flowers!
Don't curse me
Dark blue!
Why is he asking for forgiveness? For what?
Who knows, maybe they will hear him, and from the word “sorry” the wounds will heal, the pain will be forgotten?
Our desires, whims - an indomitable horse. How often, having jumped on it, we hurt the smiles of loved ones: we grieve, offend, do not listen.
Once upon a time, children approached their parents before going to bed and whispered:
I'm sorry mom... I'm sorry dad...
And then fell asleep sweetly. And they dreamed of bells. Sea of flowers.
TOUCH
The kid sits on the floor, plays and suddenly asks:
Grandma, do you love me?
I love, - the grandmother answers, not looking up from knitting.
The kid got up, walked around, thought about something, and again:
Do you really love me? Grandma put off knitting:
Well, little one, of course, I love you.
Do you love me very much?
Instead of answering, the grandmother hugged and kissed him. The kid smiled and calmly went to play.
Our soul is like a child. And she gets lonely. But it is worth approaching the icon, crossing yourself, kissing it - and the soul becomes warm.
WANT TO BE A KING?
At the window, a baby is begging:
Buy it! Buy this...
Mom will listen, listen, and then she can’t stand it and buy it. They bring a new toy home, the child plays a little and throws it into the corner. And there is already a whole mountain of “buy-buy” lying around.
A grandmother with Alya is walking down the street. The girl will see something interesting, ask to buy it, and the grandmother will calmly explain:
Now we have no money. Only for milk.
Alya-clever thinks and says:
Okay, then.
Then she will forget about her desire, but she remembers that there is not enough money. And, if she wants something, she says to herself:
Then, then...
Quite a baby, but he controls his desires.
Once King Frederick, tired of important matters, went for a walk. On a dark alley he ran into a blind man.
Who are you? Friedrich asked.
I am a king! - answered the blind man.
King? - the monarch was surprised. - And who do you manage?
By yourself! - said the blind man and passed by.
Friedrich considered. Perhaps it is indeed easier to command an entire state than oneself, one's own desires?
But Ala is not difficult at all. He sees a beautiful toy or a chocolate bar in the window and waves his pen:
Then, then... Isn't she a queen?
VOVA AND SNAKE
Grandmother often read to Volodya about Adam and Eve, about how amazing life was in paradise, how God created the world and how he made the first man out of the earth.
Volodya then himself tried to mold a little man in the sandbox, but something did not work out for him. And grandmother's stories were so interesting. Can you compare them to cartoons?
The boy also liked to hear about animals: how in paradise a wolf and a lamb were friends, how animals understood people and obeyed them. He also tried to command the cat, but for some reason she ran away.
But most of all, Volodya liked the story of how the serpent persuaded Eve to taste the forbidden fruit. Grandma said:
It's written about you.
Well, the boy could not understand why this story is about him. Grandmother compared the forbidden fruit to a traffic light. In paradise, the green color burns everywhere, and red on the forbidden fruit. But why is he here? He does not cross the road at red lights.
One day they went to the store with their grandmother. Vova saw how one old woman dropped her money. He quietly picked it up, thought for a second, and then returned the find to the old woman. She gasped, thanked and even bowed to the boy. She obviously needed the money.
When they left the store, Vova confessed to his grandmother:
I so wanted to take this money for myself. I have been dreaming of buying soldiers for a long time. And then I remembered the commandment “Thou shalt not steal”. So I decided to give.
Grandmother stroked his head and said:
It was the snake that seduced you, whispered that you should take the money you found for yourself. And you defeated him!
MASHENKA
Christmas story
Once, many years ago, the girl Masha was mistaken for an Angel. It happened like this.
One poor family had three children. Their father died, their mother worked where she could, and then fell ill. There was not a crumb left in the house, but there was so much to eat. What to do?
Mom went out into the street and began to beg, but people, not noticing her, passed by. Christmas night was approaching, and the woman’s words: “I don’t ask myself, my children ... for Christ’s sake!” drowned in the pre-holiday bustle.
In desperation, she entered the church and began to ask Christ Himself for help. Who else was there to ask?
Here, at the icon of the Savior, Masha saw a woman kneeling. Her face was filled with tears. The girl had never seen such suffering before.
Masha had an amazing heart. When they were happy nearby, and she wanted to jump for happiness. But if someone was hurt, she could not pass by and asked:
What happened to you? Why are you crying? And someone else's pain penetrated into her heart. And now she leaned towards the woman:
Do you have grief?
And when she shared her misfortune with her, Masha, who had never experienced a feeling of hunger in her life, imagined three lonely babies who had not seen food for a long time. Without thinking, she handed the woman five rubles. It was all her money.
At that time, this was a significant amount, and the woman's face lit up.
Where is your house? - Masha asked in parting. She was surprised to learn that a poor family lives in a nearby basement. The girl did not understand how it was possible to live in the basement, but she firmly knew what she needed to do this Christmas evening.
Happy mother, as if on wings, flew home. She bought food at a nearby store, and the children happily greeted her.
Soon the stove blazed and the samovar boiled. The children warmed up, sated and quieted down. A table set with food was an unexpected holiday for them, almost a miracle.
But then Nadia, the smallest, asked:
Mom, is it true that on Christmas Day God sends an Angel to the children, and he brings them many, many gifts?
Mom knew perfectly well that they had no one to expect gifts from. Thank God for what He has already given them: everyone is fed and warm. But babies are babies. They so wanted to have a tree for the Christmas holiday, the same as that of all the other children. What could she, poor thing, tell them? Destroy a child's faith?
The children looked at her warily, waiting for an answer. And my mother confirmed:
This is true. But the Angel comes only to those who believe in God with all their hearts and pray to Him with all their hearts.
And I believe in God with all my heart and pray to Him with all my heart,” Nadia did not back down. - May he send us His Angel.
Mom didn't know what to say. Silence settled in the room, only the logs crackled in the stove. And suddenly there was a knock. The children shuddered, and mother crossed herself and opened the door with a trembling hand.
On the threshold stood a little fair-haired girl Masha, and behind her - a bearded man with a Christmas tree in his hands.
Merry Christmas! - Masha happily congratulated the owners. The children froze.
While the bearded man was setting up the Christmas tree, the Nanny Car entered the room with a large basket, from which gifts immediately began to appear. The kids couldn't believe their eyes. But neither they nor mother suspected that the girl had given them her Christmas tree and her gifts.
And when the unexpected guests left, Nadia asked:
This girl was an angel?
CHRIST IS RISEN!
Based on the story by N. Karazin “Fomka Kisten”
A fugitive convict appeared in one district - Fomka Kisten. He was fierce and merciless. He spared no one - neither old nor small. They say they were cruel to him, so he rotted, as if taking revenge on everyone.
As soon as they caught him, they even allowed him to be killed, like a mad dog. But nothing worked out - Fomka, like a wolf, sensed an ambush and always left unscathed.
On the night of Christ's Sunday, everyone went to the church for the service. Only in one rich house there was a sick boy, and a watchman. When the parents returned, they saw that the doors were open and the watchmen were sound asleep.
Who came? - asked the son.
Uncle came. Big-big, with a black beard. I handed him a testicle that I painted myself, and said: “Christ is risen!”
He looked at me and answered: “Truly He is risen!” Then he put something on my bed and ran away.
The parents looked, and the flail lies in the crib. It was such a weapon in the old days. Everything became clear - Fomka the convict visited them. They quickly raised the alarm, gathered people and began a raid. And when they went out to the square to the church, they saw - Fomka was on his knees and, not looking up, was looking at the cross. They rushed to grab him, and he, seeing the people, said loudly:
Christ is Risen! And the people to him:
Risen indeed!
A priest came up with a cross, looked searchingly at the robber and said:
Christ is Risen! And he happily:
Truly, truly Risen!
Will you receive the holy kiss of the cross? the priest asked.
Unworthy,” Fomka bowed his head contritely.
But the priest blessed him and put the cross to his lips. What happened in the soul of the robber, who can say? Only from touching the shrine, he shuddered and fell.
He was tied up and taken to the police. He did not resist, but answered all questions with the words of the boy: “Christ is Risen!” and at the same time, as if he was holding out something to people.
The doctors decided that Fomka had lost his mind, but the Right Reverend said sternly:
It was before that he was insane and was in captivity of the spirits of malice. Now his soul is enlightened.
And took him on bail. Soon there was an epidemic in the district, and people began to die by the hundreds. It was then that Fomka showed himself to be a man of God: without fear of any infection, he looked after the sick. Consoling the unfortunate, he told them one thing: “Christ is risen!”
Frosts began, and the disease receded. They remembered the doctor about his blessed assistant, but they did not find him - he disappeared somewhere. A few years later, people came across a cave in the taiga. A hermit came out of it and told them the main thing that happened in his soul:
Christ is Risen!
During wars and disasters, all human qualities are exposed. Who was cowardly, petty or stupid, but hid it - he will definitely show it, who is kind and great in soul - will not be able to pass by someone else's misfortune. This is exactly what the heroine of our today's story turned out to be. She, despite her own hardships, picked up and raised five children to their feet. Other people's children who became her family. Read the story of Boris Ganago, he will awaken the most sincere feelings in you:
Our town is small, but there are two attractions in it: a junction station, from which trains go to different parts of the country, and two suburban streets. There are only one-story houses, and each has a garden and a lot of flowers.
And so my husband Fedor - golden hands - built a house there, a real palace, on two floors, with a veranda, balconies and even two entrances. I then wondered why there were different entrances, and he explained that for the sons - we had two of them, Ivan and Kostya.
But things turned out differently. The war with fascist Germany began. First, my Fedor left, then two sons one after another, and a few months later a funeral came from the unit - both died ...
I went crazy. I walk through an empty house-palace and think - how to live?
I worked at that time in the district committee, they sympathized with me very much, reassured me as best they could. One day I was walking near the station, and suddenly three planes were flying. People will scream: "Germans, Germans!" - and scattered in different directions. I also ran into a hallway. And then anti-aircraft guns began to hit the planes: the junction station was heavily guarded, trains with soldiers and equipment went through it.
I see a woman running across the square with a girl in her arms. I shout to her: “Here! Here! Hide!" She hears nothing and continues to run. And then one of the planes dropped a bomb right on the square. The woman fell and covered the child with herself. I, without remembering anything, rushed to her. I see she's dead. Then the police arrived in time, the woman was taken away, they wanted to take the girl too.
I pressed her to me, I think I won’t give her away for anything, and I thrust them the certificate of the district committee worker. They say - go, and they gave that woman's suitcase. I am in the district committee: “Girls, get me a child! My mother was killed before my eyes, and there is a dash about my father in the documents ... "
At first they began to dissuade: “Liza, how are you going to work? You can’t arrange a baby in a nursery - they are packed. ” And I took a sheet of paper and wrote a letter of resignation: “I won’t disappear,” I say, “I’ll go as a homeworker, sew tunics for soldiers.”
I took home my first daughter - Katya, five years old, as indicated in the documents, and she became Ekaterina Fedorovna Andreeva, after the name and surname of my husband.
How I loved her, how I spoiled her ... Well, I think I will spoil the child, something must be done. Once I went to my former job in the district committee, and they are placing two little girls, twins, three or four years old, in an orphanage. I told them: “Give them to me, otherwise I will completely spoil Katya.” That's how Masha and Nastya came to me.
And then a neighbor brought a six-year-old boy, Petya's name. “His mother is a refugee, she died on the train,” she explained, “take this one too, otherwise you have only girls.”
I took him too.
I live with four little ones. It became hard: the food had to be cooked, and washed, and the children looked after, and it also took time to sew tunics - I sewed them at night.
And so, I was hanging some linen in the yard, and a boy of ten or eleven years old came in, so thin, pale, and said:
Aunty, are you taking children as sons?
I shut up and look at him. And he continues:
As he said these words, tears flowed from my eyes. Embraced him:
Son, what is your name?
Vanya answers.
Vanyusha, so I have four more: three girls and a boy. Will you love them?
And he replies so seriously:
Well, if sisters and brothers, how not to love?
I take his hand and into the house. She washed, dressed, fed and took me to meet the kids.
Here, - I say, - is your elder brother Vanya. Listen to him in everything and love him.
And with the advent of Vanya, another life began for me. He was like a reward from God to me. Vanya took care of the kids, and everything worked out so smoothly for him: he would wash, and feed, and put him to bed, and read a fairy tale. And in the fall, when I wanted to enroll him in the fifth grade, he opposed, decided to study on his own, said:
I will go to school when the younger ones grow up.
I went to the director of the school, told everything, and he agreed to try. And Vanya did it.
War is over. I sent a request about Fedor several times, the answer was the same: he went missing.
And then one day I receive a letter from some hospital located near Moscow: “Hello, Lisa! Dusya, unknown to you, writes. Your husband was brought to our hospital in a bad condition: he underwent two operations and took away his arm and leg. When he came to his senses, he declared that he had neither relatives nor a wife, and two sons had died in the war. But when I was changing his clothes, I found in his tunic a sewn prayer and the address of the city where he lived with his wife Liza. So, - wrote Dusya, - if you still remember and are waiting for your husband, then come, if you are not waiting, or you got married, do not go and do not write.
How glad I was, though I was offended that Fyodor doubted me.
I read the letter to Vanya. He immediately said:
Go mama, don't worry about a thing.
I went to my husband… Well, how did you meet? Both cried, and when she told him about the new children, he was delighted. I talked about them all the way back, and most of all about Vanyusha.
When they entered the house, all the kids stuck around it:
Papa, papa is here! they shouted in unison. Fedor kissed everyone, and then went up to Vanya, hugged him with tears and said:
Thank you son, thank you for everything.
Well, they began to live. Vanya graduated from high school with honors, went to work at a construction site, where Fedor had once started, and at the same time entered the correspondence department at the Moscow Construction Institute. After graduating, he married Katya.
The twins Masha and Nastya got married to the military and left. A couple of years later Peter got married.
And all the children called their daughters Liza - in honor of their grandmother.
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