A peasant and his son were plowing a field together. The snake bit the young man and he died. The father did not pay attention to the death of his son and continued to work. A Brahmin passed by and asked:
-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 mourned the deceased. Mother said:
- Life is a hotel: today a person comes, tomorrow he will leave.
Sister 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; For a moment people come together, but they part forever.
The wife 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, maybe not.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru