One day Confucius was passing near the mountain. Some woman sobbed loudly over the grave. Bowing down on the front of the chariot as a sign of respect, Confucius listened to her sobs. And then he sent his disciple to the woman, and he asked her:
“You’re so upset—it looks like this isn’t the first time you’ve grieved?”
“So it is,” answered the woman. “My father-in-law once died from the claws of a tiger. Later my husband died from them. And now my son died from them.
- Why don’t you leave these places? - asked Confucius.
“There are no cruel authorities here,” the woman answered.
“Remember this, student,” said Confucius. — Cruel power is fiercer than a tiger.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru