The Man Who Saw Love

He lost count of the days, months... For him, life was an eternity, and everything around him was just an endless, forgettable landscape. He did not know hatred, did not understand what cruelty was, living within himself and not thinking about what was alien to his fragile heart.
No one knew who he was or why his facial features were always bright and serene. But his thoughts were far from prying eyes.

He saw love, its living embodiment, slightly perceptible, foggy, as varied and cool as a summer breeze. People thought that their feeling resided in the heart, only occasionally showing itself, looking out into the sun. But he knew that love had been nearby all their lives, yes, nearby, walking behind them, placing her palm on their warm hands, warmed by it.

And he, occasionally looking at passers-by, people immersed in their thoughts, only smiled at the splendor of the ghostly silhouette hovering next to them. He, too, was in love... But this love was platonic, impossible - no, not unrequited, but doomed to never acquire a physical meaning, an image, material, but no longer so sublime, but earthly. He was in love with his love...

She came to him one day and hasn’t left since then... They were always together: on a cloudy, harsh day, and on a noisy rainy evening, when, hiding in the warm living room from human worries, he made her laugh, and she burst into a ringing, a laugh that only he could understand. And when the sun was shining, warming the people immersed in the bustle with its rays, they sat in silence, smiling affectionately and carefree at each other. At these moments, it seemed that life was something magical, incredibly beautiful and so sentimental. But he lacked... more real, more earthly sensations.

So time passed...

One day he woke up and went to the window, dreamily looking somewhere into the distance... thinking that she was hiding somewhere behind him... smiling at the thought of how he would look back and see her playful smile.

But what he discovered under the window greatly disturbed him, instilling fear in his soul for something that might never happen again. The people he once looked at, as if at something bright, full of feelings, life, warmth... they had changed... they wandered lonely along the street. There were even smiles and delight on the faces of many of them, but... all this seemed so distant, unnatural without subtle silhouettes of feelings floating in the air.

Fear gradually filled his entire being, but there was something else in him... understanding coming from somewhere deep... expectation. He was not even surprised when he heard a barely audible rustle behind him, then he heard approaching measured steps, and, slowly looking around, he saw her... smiling, but not serenely, but thoughtfully, a little sadly... She was nearby, warm and real .

Sun and sea

He saw Her. She sat on the fence and dangled her bare feet.
“Hello,” he told her.
“Hello,” She smiled in response.
- What are you doing?
- I love the Sun.
- Does It Love you?
- Loves.
- Right.
She looked questioningly.
- It’s right that he loves. You are beautiful.
He thought for a moment. She waited and was silent.
- You are very beautiful. May I kiss you?
- Kiss.
She jumped off the fence and approached Him. She put her hands on her shoulders and closed her eyes in anticipation. Feeling the soft touch of her lips on her cheek, she opened them again. A blush appeared under the light tan. Then They walked through the Forest to the Sea. Sitting side by side, they looked at the sunset going into the water.
“And I often come to Love the Sea,” He said.
“And I usually Love the Sun,” She answered.
- Let's love the Sun together as it goes into the Sea.
- Let's.
They hugged - it’s better to love together.
The Sun sank into the Sea quickly, and They could not Love it for long. And then He said:
- We sailed towards the Sun.
- Fine.
She began to undress. He wanted to turn away. She was surprised - why, you Love Beauty. You can watch and admire. Why are you turning away? She took off her light cotton dress and showed herself to Him.
He brought it to More. She led him to the Sun.
The sea carried their bodies, and the Sun told the way.
And the sunset did not end.

Eternal Devotion

During the long cold waves of the Tibetan winter, you can hear the story of two lovers, whose love was so strong that it overcame not only the resistance of their parents, but also defeated death itself. They met at the ford. Every day they came here, bringing the yaks to water, until one fine morning they started talking. It seemed that they could not stop talking, they parted reluctantly, deciding to meet tomorrow in the same place. And by the next meeting they were already in love with each other.
The following weeks were full of love and anxious expectations for them. In old Tibet, families agreed on marriages in advance, often from the moment the children were born, and unplanned unions were considered a disgrace. They had to hide their love from their loved ones, but every morning they hurried to meet at the ford.

One day the young man was more anxious than usual, waiting for his beloved to appear. He trembled all over when he finally heard her steps. They barely had time to exchange greetings before he discovered the secret that had kept him in such suspense. He brought her a family jewel - a silver earring inlaid with large turquoise.

Seeing such a gift, the girl thought about it, because she knew that accepting it meant swearing eternal love. Then she loosened her braid and allowed the young man to weave an earring into her long black hair. And from that moment on, she placed herself at the mercy of any possible consequences.

It is difficult for a daughter to hide the first impulses of love from her mother’s searching gaze, and the earring was soon discovered. Immediately realizing how far things had gone for her, the old woman decided that only the most desperate measures could save the honor of the family. She ordered her eldest son to kill the one who dared to interfere in the affairs of the family, who stole her child’s love. The son reluctantly obeyed his mother's orders. He only intended to wound the shepherd, but without informing her son, the mother took additional measures and poisoned the arrow - the young man died in great pain.

The girl was shocked by grief and decided to be freed from suffering forever. Having obtained permission from her father to attend the funeral of her lover, she hurried to the ceremony - the body was already lying in the funeral pyre. Despite all attempts, no one from the family young man couldn't light a fire.

Approaching the place where the fire was lit, the girl took off her cape. To the surprise of those present, she threw it onto the firewood, and the fire immediately broke out. Then, with a mournful cry, she threw herself into the fire, and it consumed them both.

Those present at the funeral were numb with horror. The news of the tragedy soon reached the girl's mother, who rushed to the burning site. Furious, she arrived at the funeral before the last coals had cooled, she decided that the young couple could not remain together even in death, and insisted that their bodies, united in the fire, be separated from each other.

She sent for a local shaman, who began to ask what the lovers feared most in the world during their lifetime. It turned out that the girl always had an aversion to toads, and the young man was terribly afraid of snakes. They caught a toad and a snake and placed them next to the burnt bodies. And immediately, miraculously, the bones moved apart. Then, at the insistence of the mother, the remains were buried on different banks of the river so that the lovers would forever remain apart.

Meanwhile, soon two young trees began to grow on new graves. With unusual speed they grew into dense trees, their branches stretching out and intertwining above the stream. To those who were nearby, it seemed that the branches were reaching out to each other, as if trying to embrace, and the children playing nearby said with fear that the rustling of the tangled branches was like the quiet whisper of lovers. The angry mother ordered the trees to be cut down, but new ones grew every time. Who would have thought that in this way they would be able to prove their loyalty and that their love would continue to bloom even after death in this place.

Heart

My Heart was locked and the key was given to the Great Keeper of the Keys. He has kept these keys for many centuries. Sometimes Hearts come to him and ask him to return the key to them. Then the Guardian looks sternly, frowns, as if he wants to see what awaits this Heart in the future and whether it is worth returning the key. What if the Heart does something unwise again?

In the castle, the Guardian has a large clay vessel in which he stores Love. When the Heart is just born, the Guardian gives it Love in a special small clay vessel and a key (it is needed to open talents, knowledge and love in the heart). The heart must handle it carefully and correctly. But there are always those Hearts that will definitely break all the rules of storing Love! They scatter it, splash it, leaving absolutely nothing for their family and friends. They spend Love on experiences, they begin to love money, things, they love everything, but they just don’t have what they need!

When love ends in their vessel (yes, this can also happen), then they become evil, love no one, and hate everyone! They even change color from green to purple-black!

The Guardian also has a Book of Meetings. This book records which Heart should meet with which Heart and when! The cover of the book is made of sun rays and pure spring water, interspersed with dew, flowers grow on its pages, a rainbow shimmers and a warm breeze blows! Unfortunately, a Heart that has wasted its Love on all sorts of trifles, when it meets a Heart written down for it in the Book of Meetings, cannot give it anything. After all, he doesn’t have even a small drop of love left... The heart cannot live long without love, it suffers, it suffers, it feels that it is missing something...

And then such exhausted, tired, tormented by sadness, melancholy and melancholy hearts close themselves and take the key to the keeper. They become calm, there is no longer pity, no melancholy, no sadness, no sadness, no love. They feel nothing, they have no Emotions, they are neutral and indifferent to everything; cynicism and selfishness, pride and pride become their companions...

But there were also reasonable Hearts, they carefully and with deep respect carried their love, their small clay vessel, carefully distributing it to loved ones, relatives, with those poor and unhappy hearts they also shared their warm love, they gave it to nature and animals. And they definitely had to give the brightest grain of their love to the Guardian as a sign of gratitude and respect for him, for the gift of Love, which is the most priceless in the world!

Sometimes it happened that a Heart came to the Guardian and really asked for a spare key from another Heart, because he couldn’t open it for a long time, and he suffered a lot from it! The Guardian took his Book of Meetings and looked to see if it was the Heart, and if their meeting was written there, then he, of course, helped and gave the key. But before that he could arrange various tests, otherwise it’s too early, he can’t be wrong! If the heart passed these tests (and if the heart loves, then it can cope with any tests and difficulties), then the Guardian gave the key. After all, nothing could soften the guardian’s severity and make him kinder than loving heart! Many hearts came to ask for those Hearts for whom they were not a mate, and there was no entry in the Great Book of Meetings.

Then the Guardian frowned again, was silent for a long time, he thought... Then he looked closely, he knew and saw that this never ends well... He pointed to the door and, saying that it was not time yet and we had to wait. And they left, these hearts sad and drooping...

But once a year the Guardian is very kind to everyone and gives gifts! To cruel and stupid, devastated hearts, he filled their small vessel with pure love. So that they can love and be loved again, find their heart and give it the love that they could not give before... so that they can again discover knowledge in themselves and find faith and a new path!
Well, the Guardian gave fiery and fiery love in a vessel of roses, lilies, summer breeze, and sweet strawberries and cherries, it will warm them for many, many years to come!
And all this happens only once a year. Can you guess when? On Valentine's Day.

The Tale of the Angel and the Shadow

Why did someone come up with the idea that darkness and light are incompatible? They are opposites, but that doesn't mean anything. Absolutely nothing.

One day an Angel fell in love with a Shadow.
- How come? - you ask. After all, an angel is a bright heavenly being, and a shadow is just a shadow.
Well yes, she was just a shadow, she was a demonic creature whose heart was saturated with darkness and pain. The angel was beautiful in his virtue, beauty and purity.
And yet he loved her. He loved her black hair, her sad eyes, her black clothes, her sad thoughts, he even loved her black deeds and her sad thoughts about them.
But the Shadow is a shadow, it belonged to evil. She laughed at the Angel, and, laughing, said: “Think for yourself. I am just a shadow and you are an angel. I am darkness and you are light, I am evil and you are good. We're not meant to be together."

But the Angel did not give up. He himself suffered for a long time, thinking about how he could love her, an eternal shadow, whose life passes in eternal darkness.
“But maybe that’s why,” the Angel reflected, “I fell in love with her, for her eternal wanderings and suffering, for her wars and defeats with herself, for her sad eyes and an ever-suffering heart.”
The shadow, like all shadows, was not a fool, and thought that an extra angel as a friend would never hurt. She accepted his gifts, signs of attention, smiled at him, stroked his warm cheek when he whispered to her: “I love you.” The angel was happy because he knew how to be happy.
But soon Shadow got tired of this, and she waved her hand at Angel, saying that it was better for them to part.
The angel cried for a long time, although he knew that it was a sin. He cursed life and fate, although he knew that it was a sin. He suffered.
The shadow again only laughed evilly at him.

But one day a dazzlingly pure and kind thought slipped into the Shadow’s heart, this thought stuck in it like a splinter, it grew and swelled, turning into an obsession, and, finally, the Shadow, driven by this idea, took a fatal step - it did a good deed. Now honesty and kindness began to cover her body. Now a faint glow of compassion began to emanate from her. The shadow, as best it could, began to cover them up with bad deeds and bad deeds. But it didn't help.

She was noticed. They started checking. Having learned that she had done a good deed, dark circles They were furious, and when they learned about her connection with the Angel, they simply went berserk.
And they decided to apply the main measure of punishment. Not to destroy, no, they decided to send her to the “Gray” zone, a place where only the deeply guilty were exiled. A place where your true beginning, black or white, cannot manifest itself, tormenting you. Where, if you are a dark creature, your evil will eat only yourself, where, if you are a light creature, no one will need your virtue, and out of hopelessness it will turn into anger and hatred for the whole world. In the “Grey” zone there was no peace for anyone, only suffering and torment.

Black tears dripped from Shadow's black eyes as she listened to the verdict. And when she was asked about her last wish, she suddenly suddenly realized that she wanted to see the Angel. The angel flew in like a bullet, and was not even surprised when Shadow quietly asked if he wanted to go with her to the “Grey” zone. He just smiled sadly and answered just as quietly: “Yes, I will fly with you.”

Everyone gasped, but they couldn’t stop him from doing anything. Because anyone could get there of their own free will. Although, frankly speaking, there were no takers at all. Only an Angel who followed his Shadow.
So they began to live together in the “Grey” zone. It was hard for them. But the Angel’s love worked wonders, the Shadow’s own evil did not eat her up from the inside, and, in the end, the feeling of gratitude to the Angel, much to her surprise, grew into reciprocal love. She fell in love with someone for the first time, because the feeling of love - a bright feeling - has never been inherent in the shadows.

This is how they lived, and with their strange union they violated all existing laws and rules.
And yet, the original heart of the Shadow, now shrouded in love, was wormy, and this worm was the Evil with which she was born and which she was called to serve.
She cheated on him. She cheated in response to his boundless love, she cheated with some unfortunate demon who was kicked out into the “Gray” zone a long time ago.
And he found out. And he suffered. He was silent for a long time and thought for a long time.

For the first time, Shadow suddenly realized that he was losing him. For the first time, she realized that the worst thing for her was not the “Gray” zone, but the realization that she would never be able to look into it again. Blue eyes, will never hear his voice again.
For the first time she cried, she cried not because of herself, but because of love for another.
He approached her and wanted to calm her down. No matter what she did, he could not calmly watch her cry. He came up and froze in one place.
The tears were not black and bitter, like all shadows, but transparent and salty. These were pure tears. He realized that he had changed her.
Now she could leave the “Gray” zone, because she was no longer the one who entered here.
He could, he forgave her. She didn't believe it, but he forgave her.

And they flew out of the zone together. Now the Shadow is no longer afraid of the light. Her love and the love of the Angel performed a miracle: she turned into a bright creature, changing her beginning.
And so, they, holding hands, fly towards each other sunlight and warmth, and the breath of the Creator illuminates their path.

And in the “Grey” zone they are still talking about that incident. Legends are made about this, and every time, finishing his story, the narrator asks his listeners: “Why did someone come up with the idea that darkness and light are incompatible?”

Pages of love folklore

The most beautiful heart

One sunny day handsome guy stood in the square in the middle of the city and proudly boasted of the most beautiful heart in the area. He was surrounded by a crowd of people who sincerely admired the impeccability of his heart. It was truly perfect - no dents or scratches. And everyone in the crowd agreed that it was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The guy was very proud of this and simply beamed with happiness.

Suddenly, an old man came forward from the crowd and said, turning to the guy:
- Your heart is not even close to mine in beauty.

Then the whole crowd looked at the old man's heart. It was dented, all covered in scars, in some places pieces of the heart were taken out and in their places others were inserted that did not fit at all, some edges of the heart were torn. Moreover, there were clearly missing pieces in some places in the old man’s heart. The crowd stared at the old man - how could he say that his heart was more beautiful?

The guy looked at the old man’s heart and laughed:
- You might be joking, old man! Compare your heart to mine! Mine is perfect! And your! Yours is a jumble of scars and tears!
“Yes,” the old man answered, “your heart looks perfect, but I would never agree to exchange our hearts.” Look! Every scar on my heart is a person to whom I gave my love - I tore out a piece of my heart and gave it to that person. And he often gave me his love in return - his piece of his heart, which filled the empty spaces in mine. But since the pieces of different hearts don't exactly fit together, that's why I have in my heart torn edges, which I treasure because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I gave pieces of my heart, but other people did not return theirs to me - so you can see empty holes in the heart - when you give your love, there is not always a guarantee of reciprocity. And although these holes hurt, they remind me of the love I shared, and I hope that one day these pieces of my heart will return to me.

Now do you see what true beauty means?
The crowd froze. The young man stood silently, stunned. Tears flowed from his eyes.
He approached the old man, took out his heart and tore a piece from it. With trembling hands, he offered a piece of his heart to the old man. The old man took his gift and inserted it into his heart. Then he responded by tearing a piece from his beaten heart and inserting it into the hole that had formed in the young man's heart. The piece fit, but not perfectly, and some of the edges stuck out and some were ragged.

The young man looked at his heart, no longer perfect, but more beautiful than it had been before the old man's love touched it.
And they hugged and walked down the road.

He and she

There were two of them - He and She. They found each other somewhere and now lived the same life, somewhere funny, somewhere salty, in general, the most ordinary life of two very ordinary happy people.
They were happy because they were together, and this is much better than being alone.
He carried Her in his arms, lit the stars in the sky at night, built a house so that She would have a place to live. And everyone said: “How can you not love him, he’s an ideal! It’s so easy to be happy!” And they listened to everyone and smiled and did not tell anyone that She made Him an ideal: He could not be different, because he was next to Her. This was their little secret.
She waited for Him, met and saw him off, warmed their house so that He would feel warm and comfortable there. And everyone said: “Of course! How can you not carry it in your arms, because it was created for the family. No wonder he is so happy!” But they just laughed and didn’t tell anyone that She was created for a family only with Him and only he could feel good in Her house. It was their little secret.
He walked, stumbled, fell, became disappointed and tired. And everyone said: “Why does she need him, so beaten and exhausted, because there are so many strong and confident people around.” But no one knew that there was no one stronger than Him in the world, because they were together, which means they were stronger than everyone. This was Her secret.
And She bandaged His wounds, did not sleep at night, was sad and cried. And everyone said: “What did he see in her, because she has wrinkles and bruises under her eyes. After all, why should he choose someone young and beautiful?” But no one knew that She was the most beautiful in the world. Can anyone compare in beauty to the one they love? But this was His secret.
They all lived, loved and were happy. And everyone was perplexed: “How can you not get tired of each other in such a period of time? Don’t you really want something new?” And they never said anything. It’s just that there were only two of them, and there were many of them, but they were all alone, because otherwise they would not have asked anything. This was not their secret, it was something that could not be explained, and it was not necessary.

Very beautiful fairy tale

They say that once upon a time all human feelings and qualities gathered together in one corner of the earth. When BOREDOM yawned for the third time, MADNESS suggested: “Let's play hide and seek!” INTRIGA raised an eyebrow: “Hide and seek? What kind of game is this?” and MADNESS explained that one of them, like it, drives - closes his eyes and counts to a million, while the rest hide. Whoever is found last will drive next time and so on.
ENTHUSIASM danced with EUPHORIA, JOY jumped so much that she convinced DOUBT, but APATHY, which was never interested in anything, refused to participate in the game, TRUTH, chose not to hide, because in the end she would always be given away, PRIDE said that this was completely stupid game (she didn’t care about anything except herself) COwardice really didn’t want to take risks.
-One, two, three - the count of MADNESS begins.
LAZY was the first to hide, she took cover behind the first stone on the road.
FAITH rose to heaven, and ENVY hid in the shadow of TRIUMPH, who managed to climb to the top of the tallest tree with his own strength.
NOBILITY could not hide for a very long time, because... every place it found seemed perfect for his friends.
Crystal clear lake - for BEAUTY.
Tree crevice? So this is for FEAR.
Butterfly wing - for voluptuousness.
A breath of wind is for FREEDOM! So, it hid in a ray of sunshine.
EGOISM, on the contrary, has found a warm and cozy place for itself.
A LIE hid in the depths of the ocean (in fact, it hid in a rainbow).
PASSION and DESIRE hid in the nozzle of the volcano.
FORGETTING, I don’t even remember where she hid, but that doesn’t matter.
When MADNESS counted to 999.999 LOVE was still looking for somewhere to hide, but everything was already taken; but suddenly she saw a marvelous rose bush and decided to take refuge among its flowers.
“A million,” MADNESS counted and began to search.
The first thing it found, of course, was LAZINESS.
Then it heard FAITH arguing with God about zoology, and it learned about PASSION and DESIRE by the way the volcano trembled, then MADNESS saw ENVY and guessed where TRIUMPH was hiding.
There was no need to look for EGOISM, because the place where he was hiding turned out to be a hive of bees, which decided to drive out the uninvited guest.
While searching, MADNESS came to a stream to drink and saw BEAUTY.
DOUBT sat by the fence, deciding which side to hide on.
So, everyone was found - TALENT - in fresh and lush grass, SADNESS - in a dark cave, LIE - in a rainbow (to be honest, it was actually hiding at the bottom of the ocean). But they couldn’t find love.
MADNESS searched behind every tree, in every stream, on the top of every mountain, and finally it decided to look in the rose bushes, and when it parted the branches, it heard a cry of pain. The sharp thorns of the roses hurt LOVE's eyes.
MADNESS did not know what to do, began to apologize, cried, begged, asked for forgiveness and even promised LOVE to become its guide.
Since then, when they first played hide and seek on earth,

LOVE IS BLIND AND MADNESS LEADS HER BY THE HAND.

Forgiveness

Ah, Love! I so dream of being just like you! - Love repeated admiringly. You are much stronger than me.
- Do you know what my strength is? – asked Lyubov, shaking her head thoughtfully.
- Because you are more important to people.
“No, my dear, that’s not why at all,” Love sighed and stroked Love’s head. – I know how to forgive, that’s what makes me like this.
-Can you forgive Betrayal?
- Yes, I can, because Betrayal often comes from ignorance, and not from malicious intent.
-Can you forgive Treason?
- Yes, and Treason too, because, having changed and returned, a person had the opportunity to compare, and chose the best.
-Can you forgive Lies?
- Lying is the lesser of two evils, silly, because it often happens out of hopelessness, awareness of one’s own guilt, or out of unwillingness to hurt, and this is a positive indicator.
- I don’t think so, there are just deceitful people!!!
- Of course there are, but they have nothing to do with me, because they don’t know how to love.
- What else can you forgive?
- I can forgive Anger, since it is short-lived. I can forgive Harshness, since it is often a companion to Chagrin, and Chagrin cannot be predicted and controlled, since everyone is upset in their own way.
- And what else?
- I can still forgive the offense - older sister Sadness, as they often flow from one another. I can forgive Disappointment because it is often followed by Suffering, and Suffering is purifying.
- Ah, Love! You are truly amazing! You can forgive everything, everything, but at the first test I go out like a burnt out match! I'm so jealous of you!!!
- And here you are wrong, baby. No one can forgive everything. Even Love.
- But you just told me something completely different!!!
- No, what I said, I actually can forgive, and I forgive endlessly. But there is something in the world that even Love cannot forgive.
Because it kills feelings, corrodes the soul, leads to Melancholy and Destruction. It hurts so much that not even a great miracle can heal it. This poisons the lives of those around you and makes you withdraw into yourself.
This hurts more than Betrayal and Betrayal and hurts worse than Lies and Resentment. You will understand this when you encounter him yourself. Remember, Falling in love, the most terrible enemy of feelings is Indifference. Because there is no cure for it.

About the most beautiful woman

One day, two sailors set off on a journey around the world to find their destiny. They sailed to an island where the leader of one of the tribes had two daughters. The eldest is beautiful, but the youngest is not so much.

One of the sailors said to his friend:
- That’s it, I found my happiness, I’m staying here and marrying the leader’s daughter.
- Yes, you’re right, the leader’s eldest daughter is beautiful and smart. You did right choice- get married.
- You didn’t understand me, friend! I will marry the chief's youngest daughter.
- Are you crazy? She's so... not really.
- This is my decision, and I will do it.
The friend sailed further in search of his happiness, and the groom went to get married. It must be said that it was customary in the tribe to give a ransom for the bride in cows. A good bride cost ten cows.
He drove ten cows and approached the leader.
- Leader, I want to marry your daughter and I’ll give ten cows for her!
- This a good choice. My eldest daughter is beautiful, smart, and worth ten cows. I agree.
- No, leader, you don’t understand. I want to marry your youngest daughter.
- Are you joking? Don't you see, she's so... not very good.
- I want to marry her.
- Okay, but as an honest person I can’t take ten cows, she’s not worth it. I'll take three cows for her, no more.
- No, I want to pay exactly ten cows.
They merried.
Several years passed, and the wandering friend, already on his ship, decided to visit his remaining comrade and find out how his life was. He arrived, walked along the shore, and was met by a woman of unearthly beauty. He asked her how to find his friend. She showed. He comes and sees: his friend is sitting, kids are running around.
- How are you?
- I'm happy.
Then that same beautiful woman comes in.
- Here, meet me. This is my wife.
- How? Did you get married again?
- No, it's still the same woman.
- But how did it happen that she changed so much?
- And you ask her yourself.
A friend approached the woman and asks:
- Sorry for the tactlessness, but I remember what you were like... not very much. What happened to make you so beautiful?
- It’s just that one day I realized that I was worth ten cows.

About how young people chose their life partners...

Two young men invited two girls to become their life partners. One said:
- I can only offer my heart, into which one of those who agrees to share my difficult path can enter. Another said:
- I can offer a huge palace in which I want to share the joy of life with my companion. One of the girls, after thinking, replied:
- The heart that you offer, wanderer, is too small for me. It will fit in the palm of my hand, and I must enter the monastery myself and feel the space and light that can bring happiness. I choose a palace and hope that I won’t feel cramped or bored in it. There will be a lot of light and space, which means there will be a lot of happiness.

The young man who offered the palace took the beauty by the hand and said:
-Your beauty is worthy of the splendor of my palaces.
And he took the girl to his beautiful abode. The second extended her hand to the one who could offer only her heart, and quietly said: “There is no warmer and more comfortable abode in the world than the human heart.” Not a single palace, even the largest one, can compare in size with this holy abode.

And the girl followed the difficult path up the mountain with someone with whom she wished to share her happiness.
The road was not easy. They met many adversities and trials on their way, but in the heart of her beloved she always felt warm and calm, and the feeling of happiness never left her. She never felt cramped in her small heart, because from the Love that it radiated to everyone, it became huge, and everything living had a place in it. At the end of the path, at the top, which was hidden under the clouds, they saw such a radiant light, felt such warmth, felt such all-encompassing Love that they understood what happiness a person can experience if the path to it lies through the heart.

The beauty, who chose a rich abode, did not long experience satisfaction from the space and light of the palace. Soon she realized: no matter how huge it was, it had boundaries, and the palace began to remind her of a beautiful gilded cage in which they breathed heavily and sang. She looked out of the windows, rushed between the columns, but did not find a way out. Everything pressed on her, suffocated her, oppressed her. And there, outside the windows, there was SOMETHING that was intangible and beautiful. No splendor of the palace could compare with what was outside its windows, in the vast expanses of radiant space. The beauty realized that she would never experience that distant happiness. She never understood what the road to this happiness leads through. She only became sad, and sadness enveloped her heart in a black canopy, which stopped beating. And the beautiful bird died of melancholy in the gilded cage that she had chosen for herself.

People have forgotten that they are birds. People have forgotten that they can fly. People have forgotten that there are vast expanses into which you can descend and never drown.
Before making a choice, you need to listen to your heart, and not touch the icy severity of the mind, which is more calculating than sensitive.
People have forgotten that there is no such thing as close happiness, that to achieve happiness you need to follow a difficult, long and long path, and this is the meaning of human life.

Pages of love folklore

“In a certain kingdom...”, or rather, in an ordinary city apartment, there lived a girl named Varenka. As a child, her mother read her a fairy tale about Cinderella and talked about how her beautiful daughter would grow up, find love and marry a prince. Varenka thought about this so much that already at school she began to look for a prince.

He looks at Vanya: he’s handsome, tall, goes to the football club. What else does a prince need? If he falls in love, he will either pull your pigtail or trip you up - no, such a prince is not suitable! Varenka sighs and continues to look for someone to fall in love with. And only a bedtime story was her consolation.

And here’s Igor: he teaches lessons, he does all the tests with A’s, he doesn’t let you cheat, he has expensive glasses, with gold-plated frames. Varenka fell in love, but he couldn’t run thirty meters in physical education, he didn’t give change when Petka from a parallel class tore off a button on his jacket. No, and this is not a prince - he has neither a white cloak nor a strong sword.

So Varenka didn’t find anything worthwhile at school. On graduation party When I had my hair done in the salon, I put on a new dress that my aunt had brought from Warsaw, several boys were amazed - they began to walk around and say compliments. Varenka was melting, but she caught herself in time when one of the contenders for the position of personal prince waved his hand at her knee, as if it were his own, and pinched her below the waist after dancing together. Varenka shuddered - princes are only allowed one kiss, and that’s only after breaking through the thorny bushes, but here it turns out to be some kind of fairy tale for adults.

Varenka entered a technical university - it’s not at the philology department to look for a prince. And a prince with hands and brains often comes across a technical university. The girl is studying, or rather, suffering: this is not a bedtime story - mathematics and physics. Here we need to understand. But how do you understand, if since childhood you have only thought about the prince, this is a real fairy tale for adults...

One day Varenka is crying in the audience after another failure. Suddenly someone's head looked in the door. This is Mishka from a parallel group: “Did you fall asleep? Let me help you figure it out.” Varenka agreed - what can you do? True, Mishka was not at all suited to the role of a prince: he was short, always wore the same jeans, did not have a car or an apartment and lived in a dorm. Well, it’s not like he’s calling me to get married - to study. After two weeks of Mishka’s daily explanations, Varenka began to understand something about these very functions and integrals, and Mishka turned out to be not so unattractive. He didn’t get a car during this time, but Varenka was interested in talking to him even without a car, and not only about mathematics. She realized that there are different princes. Not all of them talk about love and ride on a white horse.

Do you think they got married soon? No, this is life, not a fairy tale for children. Mishka studied well, defended himself brilliantly, launched his business, and got back on his feet. And Varenka is on last year got married. No, no, not for the prince - for the dean. He taught physics to them, but he got lost in Varenka’s sky-colored eyes. And she no longer believed in magic, didn’t read bedtime stories, and hid the book about Cinderella from her beautiful daughter.

A bedtime story for your girlfriend...

Beloved... My little Ray of Light... My Princess! I'm so glad that you and I are together.

It’s so nice to feel such a dear, warm, fragile body next to you. Feel your breath. Inhaling the aroma of your golden-red hair...

I almost whisper to you so as not to frighten your sweet half-asleep.

You smile at my words - and my heart begins to beat even faster.

I am grateful to you for suddenly bursting into my life and charming me. Now all my thoughts are only about you. And everything I do is for you.

In the meantime, you closed your eyes, enjoying the words that I whisper in your ear, I will tell you a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there lived a small but very bright star. She was so beautiful - almost diamond-like in appearance.

She really liked to appear in the sky when the sun set below the horizon. She believed that she brought great benefits by illuminating the Earth at night. Although her friends, who were next to her in heaven, took it for granted.

The little star tried very hard to shine brighter than everyone else, with the exception, of course, of the moon. After all, it was very important for her to benefit people. This little girl was very happy when, as she herself believed, she helped a lost evening traveler find his way home. Or if any little person could not sleep, he had the opportunity to admire her through the window, hoping for something good, deep in his secret thoughts.

But lately she began to feel that something was wrong. Something darkened the joyful thoughts of the little star.

She began to think about what made her so sad.

And then the little bright star realized that she really felt sorry for the beautiful girl with golden-red silky hair. Every evening the little girl watched the girl sitting on the windowsill, turning her sad gaze to the sky.

The little star really wanted to help the stranger, but she didn’t know how yet.

From her heavenly friends she heard a legend that when a star falls from the sky, people make a wish - and it will definitely come true.

But then you will die... - her friends were saddened.

But I will be of great benefit! – she answered joyfully.

The little star really wanted to help the sad girl at the window, for this she was even ready to give her life.

Having looked for the last time at the beautiful red-haired girl, the star, breaking away from the sky, began to rapidly fall down. She no longer felt anything except the noise of her own flight...

And then, suddenly, she was overcome by an indescribable all-consuming frantic joy - the girl took advantage of the moment and made her cherished wish. The little star was very glad that she could help the beautiful stranger. Now this little girl knew that she had fulfilled her true purpose. She, somewhere deep inside, felt calm. This is the last thing the star thought about before disappearing into oblivion...

The star’s deed was not in vain - the stranger’s wish soon came true...

And another little star appeared in the sky, even brighter than the previous one...

Who knows, maybe she will be the one who will be able to fulfill one of your deepest desires, Darling...

Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or can simply remain silent while doing her amazing work!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl whom I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to the sweet future sleep. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you, too, like when you were a child, miss tender words, I know this and I am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot of magic words, but mom won't say what she can say loving man. Sleep, sleep sweetly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It’s a pity that I’m not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi... they knew a lot beautiful words, with which they sang their beloved ones.

A living spring is your mouth and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.

And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirror brow is a hundred times brighter than his.

Sweet words gurgle like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround you with a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else... then painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.

In the most beautiful city (and people who truly love their city always consider it the most beautiful) lived He and She.
One day He saw Her beautiful golden hair and could not take his eyes off of it. Admiring their extraordinary beauty, He looked at Her with admiration and... realized that he had fallen in love. She immediately felt it: suddenly her heart sank pleasantly (after all, it is in it that Love resides), a gentle warm wave gently enveloped Her from head to toe, and the whole world around began to sparkle with new bright colors. Unknown sensations awakened such a storm of pleasant feelings in Her that She joyfully not only accepted His Love, but also gave Him hers in gratitude. And from that time on, they were no longer just He and She, they became Lovers.
Like all lovers living in the world, our Lovers began to meet often. Each new meeting helped them get to know each other better. Thus the secret of the beautiful hair that once enchanted Him was revealed to the Lover. It turned out that his Beloved has a huge golden soul, and her hair only reflects its light flowing from within. And the Lover was fascinated by the inexhaustible Knowledge of her Beloved, his fidelity, courage and ability to see through everything. When they met, each of them tried to make the other a little happier, and unnoticed by themselves they turned into Happy Lovers.
Time passed, and the Happy Lovers suddenly began to notice that they did not want to part with each other. Then they decided to live in a new way - together, and on the very first day of their new life they felt like the Happiest Lovers.
And they still have a great time together. One Big Love for two is enough for them...

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“In a certain kingdom...”, or rather, in an ordinary city apartment, there lived a girl named Varenka. As a child, her mother read her a fairy tale about Cinderella and talked about how her beautiful daughter would grow up, find love and marry a prince. Varenka thought about this so much that already at school she began to look for a prince.

He looks at Vanya: he’s handsome, tall, goes to the football club. What else does a prince need? If he falls in love, he will either pull your pigtail or trip you up - no, such a prince is not suitable! Varenka sighs and continues to look for someone to fall in love with. And only a bedtime story was her consolation.

And here’s Igor: he teaches lessons, he does all the tests with A’s, he doesn’t let you cheat, he has expensive glasses, with gold-plated frames. Varenka fell in love, but he couldn’t run thirty meters in physical education, he didn’t give change when Petka from a parallel class tore off a button on his jacket. No, and this is not a prince - he has neither a white cloak nor a strong sword.

So Varenka didn’t find anything worthwhile at school. At the prom, when I had my hair done in the salon, I put on a new dress, brought from Warsaw by my aunt, and several boys were amazed - they began to walk around and say compliments. Varenka was melting, but she caught herself in time when one of the contenders for the position of personal prince waved his hand at her knee, as if it were his own, and pinched her below the waist after dancing together. Varenka shuddered - princes are only allowed one kiss, and that’s only after breaking through the thorny bushes, but here it turns out to be some kind of fairy tale for adults.

Varenka entered a technical university - it’s not at the philology department to look for a prince. And a prince with hands and brains often comes across a technical university. The girl is studying, or rather, suffering: this is not a bedtime story - mathematics and physics. Here we need to understand. But how do you understand, if since childhood you have only thought about the prince, this is a real fairy tale for adults...

One day Varenka is crying in the audience after another failure. Suddenly someone's head looked in the door. This is Mishka from a parallel group: “Did you fall asleep? Let me help you figure it out.” Varenka agreed - what can you do? True, Mishka was not at all suited to the role of a prince: he was short, always wore the same jeans, did not have a car or an apartment and lived in a dorm. Well, it’s not like he’s calling me to get married - to study. After two weeks of Mishka’s daily explanations, Varenka began to understand something about these very functions and integrals, and Mishka turned out to be not so unattractive. He didn’t get a car during this time, but Varenka was interested in talking to him even without a car, and not only about mathematics. She realized that there are different princes. Not all of them talk about love and ride on a white horse.

Do you think they got married soon? No, this is life, not a fairy tale for children. Mishka studied well, defended himself brilliantly, launched his business, and got back on his feet. And Varenka got married in her last year. No, no, not for the prince - for the dean. He taught physics to them, but he got lost in Varenka’s sky-colored eyes. And she no longer believed in magic, didn’t read bedtime stories, and hid the book about Cinderella from her beautiful daughter.

> Tales about Love and about Love

Love stories for children are simple and sometimes short stories with a simple plot. The descriptions in them are in simple, accessible language, which in no way detracts from the dignity of even an adult. After all, such legends create the impression that the main character and the reader have a small, but only their secret.

Have you noticed that such tales always end with a wedding party for the whole world? This is because almost all fairy tales about love have a happy ending. And even where the characters’ life lines end, or like “G.H. Andresen's perception of the heroine is transformed. Please note that even in such a sad legend, love defeats evil fate.

In distant, distant times, there lived in a small village a poor widow with two daughters and a son. The daughters helped their mother in everything, working with her from dawn to dusk to earn food for the family. The son grew up both mischievous and slacker. And when his mother began to reassure him and exhort him to get down to business...

This story happened during the reign of Jinheungwan, the twenty-fourth king of Silla. Two officials lived in the capital of Silla - Kendu. They have not been separated since childhood. We grew up in one village and became such friends that you couldn’t spill water on them. They grew up, passed state exams for positions, began to serve,...

One man's wife died and left little orphans - two brothers and one sister. The widower grieved and grieved, but the house needed a mistress, the little children needed a mother, so he married a second time. One day the brothers ran out into the yard to play. “You will be the horse,” says the elder, “and I will be the coachman.” You scream "i-go-go" ...

Once upon a time, in ancient times, there lived three maidens who swam in the sea in the guise of ducks. They threw their outfits on the shore, and one young man saw these outfits. He took the robe of one of them and hid it. Having bathed enough, these ducks came out of the water onto the shore and turned into people, into ordinary girls. Two of them were found...

• If I tell you: either it happened or it didn’t happen, don’t believe it, because love has existed at all times... But such love happens very rarely. I once lived in a village beautiful girl named Siran. And she was famous not only for her beauty and full of fire eyes, but also a kind heart. Secretly from my parents I loved...

The authors of love stories presented on our portal seem to notice all the details, filling them with the magic of the first meeting, and a seemingly inconspicuous thing becomes important and unique. By reading or listening to them, everyone is immersed in an unknown world, which contributes to the development of imagination, thinking and even logic. All this, combined with the baby’s sensitive heart, makes him tremble and worry, and therefore respond to the suffering and pain of another person.

Fostering responsiveness and a good neighborly attitude towards everything in the world allows us to make living on our planet more comfortable and safe. Only by relying on such personal development can we raise a peace-loving generation, which means there is a chance to change the situation for the better. Read fairy tales about love, bring light and warmth to your heart, and then the child will definitely respond to it and begin to imitate you as the main character of his life! Teach your child to trust himself and the Universe, so that he can boldly and easily look into the future, because it is already being formed here and now.