Near a lake in a mountain forest, the Monk instructed, picking his nose. Monaco, ten years old. Living with monks, since I was five years old. In the sky above them, not so high, Ducks flew, dropping a feather. The little monk saw them and screamed at the top of his lungs. Teacher, look, the ducks are flying!!! Nearby the branches tremble from the scream. The teacher is calm, like the surface of a lake. A solid mountain that you can see all around there. In a quiet and even voice, to match. He tells Inoku not to shout. The ducks are flying and there is peace and quiet... That's what you need to say, baby.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru