Beggar really (№ 350043)
Knocked on the door once in the house one old man, a poor wanderer. The old man received him with love, was invited to stay the night.
- Who are you, poor man?
The beggar replied:
- I'm a man who speaks the truth, so wherever I came, I chased.
The owner was surprised, were treated to a guest dinner. After eating, they went to sleep. This morning got up started to dress. The beggar saw that old man one-eyed, and said in his face: you say, curve.
And then the old man got angry, kicked him out of the house, saying:
- You don't find a place for himself and became the hated one, for not telling the truth to people, and remind people of their shortcomings.
It is said without love, the truth seems like an insult.
- Who are you, poor man?
The beggar replied:
- I'm a man who speaks the truth, so wherever I came, I chased.
The owner was surprised, were treated to a guest dinner. After eating, they went to sleep. This morning got up started to dress. The beggar saw that old man one-eyed, and said in his face: you say, curve.
And then the old man got angry, kicked him out of the house, saying:
- You don't find a place for himself and became the hated one, for not telling the truth to people, and remind people of their shortcomings.
It is said without love, the truth seems like an insult.
Владимир Шебзухов 09-05-2020 в 15:56
Правда без любви
Владимир Шебзухов
Русская притча
Жил-был на белом свете
Старик, не знавший горя.
Любили его дети,
Был добр, ни с кем не спорил.
Проблема лишь со зреньм.
Ведь был добряк без глаза.
В свой адрес оскорблений
Не слышал он ни разу.
Хватало всё для пищи.
Так доживал свой век.
К нему, однажды, нищий
Просился на ночлег.
С добром был принят, знаем.
Накормленным лёг спать.
Спросил с утра хозяин,
Как нищим смог он стать?
Ответил нищий деду:
«К кому бы ни пришёл,
Тому лишь правду ведал
Про «плохо», «хорошо»
За правду – выгоняют,
Но согласись со мной;
Что добрый ты, все знают,
Вот плохо, что – кривой!»
«С утра уходишь сытым -
Промолвил дед – прощай...
И дверь моя открыта...
Ан, на прощанье, знай:
Не только моё мнение,
Подмечено людьми,
Порой, как оскорбление
Та Правда… без любви!»
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