On The Wings of Hope : Prose

He looks so glad this way and that, but just look closer - one is mad.

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He’s naked, yet not trifle - his hands, look, holds a rifle.

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Whose all with kindness treated - he will be never cheated.

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Beat and fight - don’t die outright.

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What we have we value not, when it’s lost then all we scold.

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When you are rich, you lost the joy - and to be poor isn’t ploy.

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Out of sight - out of fright.

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With no money dream is stronger, but with money even longer.

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One rouble for work, two hundred for the praise, and ten for the tips - men’s charity ways.

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One must always move ahead to be happy, never sad.

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It’s better keep sleeping without the yelling than constantly spitting in own home’s ceiling.

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When one starts to move uphill, he starts to pay life’s bill.

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Life is happy, never poor when it’s crystal and it’s pure.

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You’ll see both good and bad until you go to bed.

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Each your mood - and that is true - gives a birth to point of view.

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The sex was easy, birth is hard - that’s why the harlot’s never glad.

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You want to dream? Dispose of club. You want be warmed? Learn to rub.

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Pincers aren’t good - never go to wood.

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One man is not a man - no foe to battle then.

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How many times it was then told -

Don’t shit in public for comfort!

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Let’s child play, enjoy and clap - unless he’s trying to hang up.

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Sandpiper’s great in the swamp just like the genie is great in lamp.

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Each one’s needed in his place, almost all ones lost its trace.

10.04.2011

The fish and the lion

One day everything has changed in the Great Desert. For many month the scorching sun was so bright and a heat so intolerable that every source of water, even the largest ones, have dried up. Animals have been confused, they were tormented by thirst. So they have gathered for Great Deserted Council, which was not gathered for almost ten years, to think up a way to rescue from the sun. And each of them came into the Council’s center, and each was questioned by others of how it’s possible to find a salvation, yet nobody could give the answer.

In desperation, animals have called for their last hope – they have summoned a desert Lion into the center of Council, who had a reputation of being most courageous, wise and strong from all of them and by the right was considered their tsar.

- I will find water for all of you, I swear with the honor of the tsar of animals ! – the Lion has growled. – I will find it and I will show you a way.

And, having this said, the Lion has gone on searches of a source of revival, and the rest of animals started waiting for his return.

For many days and nights the Lion tirelessly ran and ran through the desert, driven by a sandy wind and thoughts of his dying comrades and of his debt before them. And when it seemed that his forces have completely left him, a great, boundless and endless ocean has opened before his eyes.

- At last I have found it ! I have discovered water ! Now we are saved ! – the Lion cried, and with the last bit of strength ran downwards to a coast.

When he at last has managed to creep up to a coast and scooped saving water in paws, he has suddenly noticed a fish, swimming in this water. The Fish played on the sun by all colors of a rainbow, and looked at him, as if studying.

- Do you desire to drink from my spring ? – she asked suddenly.

- Yes, - the Lion has either growled or whispered. I have been running for many days, my powers have run out, and my comrade are dying from thirst. I have to drink to restore my strength and return to them to inform of this great source of a saving moisture.

- But do you know about its properties ? – a Fish questioned.

- Of what properties are you talking ? – the Lion was surprised. – I see water, and I am going to tell about its source to others. Please, do not weary me, swim away, so I can drink this luring moisture and restore my powers !

- The water, which you are going to drink, may kill you, - replied the Fish.

What a strange fish, - the Lion has thought. How can water kill somebody ?

- To kill me ? Of what death are you talking about ? I have already almost died from thirst,- the  Lion growled. Move aside, let me drink it !

- If you drink from my spring, your thirst will only grow and strengthen, - Fish responded. The more you will drink, the greater your thirst will become.

- But how can you live in this spring of yours and drink from it without dying ? – The tsar of all animals questioned.

- What is death for you, terrestrial ones, - is a birth for us, - she said. We were born in this bitter source – and are destined to spend our entire live in it. It has ceased to be deadly for us – and became our air and now we enjoy it.

- But what am I supposed to do then ? – The Lion inquired. I must help my relatives by any means possible ! I am considered as the strongest and wisest tsar of animals by right !