Beautiful Aphrodite reigns over the world. She, like Zeus the Thunderer, has a messenger: through him she carries out her will. This messenger of Aphrodite is her son Eros, a cheerful, playful, insidious, and sometimes cruel boy. Eros flies on his shining golden wings over the lands and seas, fast and light, like a breath of wind. In his hands is a small golden bow, behind his shoulders is a quiver of arrows. No one is safe from these golden arrows. Eros hits the target without missing a beat; As an archer, he is not inferior to the golden-haired Apollo himself. When Eros hits his target, his eyes glow with joy, he triumphantly throws his curly head high and laughs loudly.
The arrows of Eros bring joy and happiness, but often they bring suffering, the torment of love and even death. These arrows caused a lot of suffering to the golden-haired Apollo himself, to the cloud-destroyer Zeus himself.
He wanted to be killed at birth. But how could the mother allow this? She hid Eros in an impenetrable forest, and there, in the wilds of the forest, two fierce lionesses nursed little Eros with their milk. Eros has grown up, and now he rushes all over the world, young, beautiful, and with his arrows sows in the world now happiness, now sorrow, now good, now evil.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru