A peasant and his son were cultivating a wheat field. Suddenly the young man was bitten by a snake and died. But the father did not pay any attention to the death of his son and continued to work.
A traveler passed by, he was very surprised by the old man’s reaction and asked him:
-Who is this young man?
“My son,” answered the peasant.
- Why don’t you mourn him?
- When a person is born, he already takes the first step towards death. “Sorrow and tears will not help the dead,” the father answered.
And no one from the family of the deceased boy mourned him. Mother said:
- Life is like a hotel: today a person comes to it, tomorrow he will leave.
Brother added:
- People are like the logs of a raft floating on the sea: a storm came, broke the raft, scattered the logs across the sea, and they will never meet again; people come together for a moment, but part forever.
The little sister continued:
“The two birds flew together all day and all evening. Having sat down to rest on the same branch, they fluttered up in the morning: maybe they will meet, or maybe not.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru