One hunter was constantly grumbling. Everything did not suit him. Everything was wrong. Everything seemed ugly to him, and he loudly showed his dissatisfaction on various occasions.
Once it got to the point where he accused God of the fact that the Huanacastle tree had a large trunk but small fruits. God created this too. This was already outright blasphemy.
One day, a disgruntled hunter settled down under Huanacastle, and the fruit of this tree fell on his head. Then he exclaimed:
- My God! Now I see: everything you do is perfect! After all, if the fruit of this tree that fell on me had been large, I would have already gone to my forefathers. Forgive me, Lord, I will no longer doubt Your power.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru