Author of quotes: Victoria Chastnikov

Died king. Among the rich and commoners was not unanimity, and they are unable to choose a new king from their midst. Thought and thought and chose a king of the son of a peasant.
And so one day the king came to his father and says:
- Son, do you know me?
- How can I tell you when I do not recognize myself, ' replied the son.

The boy asked the sun:
- Honey, you ever seen the darkness?
"No," answered the sun is never seen.
I'll show you the darkness? - said the boy. - I know of one basement, where it is always very dark.
"Yes," answered the sun, which is interesting.
The boy and the sun went to the basement. The boy opened the door.
The sun illuminated the basement and asked:
- Where is the dark?!

One deer got sick and fell off the mountain into the valley. But the brothers did not leave the patient in trouble, and visited him frequently. However, they enjoyed the grass that grew in the valley. When the deer recovered and got to his feet, he soon died of starvation.
Is it not clear that soboleznuju do more harm than good, those who Express their sympathy?

Two cocks started a fight. The defeated hid in a secluded spot, and the winner took off on the high roof and crowed loudly, boasting of his victory.
Arrogant noticed the eagle. It is a stone fell on the roof, hit the rooster's wing, grabbed it and carried it away.
Don't rush to boast about achievements.

The wise old cat lying on the grass and basking in the sun. There flashed past him a little nimble kitten. He is head over heels swept past the cat, then quickly jumped up and again began to run in circles.
- What are you doing? - lazily asked the cat.
- I'm trying to catch your tail! out of breath, replied kitty.
- But why? - laughed the cat.
I was told that the tail - my happiness. If I catch your tail, then get caught and their happiness. So I run for the third day after his tail. But he always eludes me.
"Yes," smiled the wise old cat - I, like you, ran for their happiness, but it kept slipping away from me. I abandoned the idea. After a while I realized that it makes no sense to chase happiness. It always follows behind me. Wherever I was, my happiness is always with me, just remember this.

The beetle saw a bee that brings the honey. And he asked the bee to take it to the assistants. The bee agreed. But when she saw that the beetle doesn't bring honey, it stung him and killed him.
Dying, the beetle said:
And it serves me right! I am justly punished, as it was not necessary to take no for your business. If I don't make honey, I shouldn't have even come close to the hive.
Never start anything that you can't be useful.

Every morning began with the fact that the owner came and admired the view of beautiful blooming flowers that grew on the window in clay pots. From the beauty of the flowers was impossible to tear the eye, fragrant blossoms, graceful stems full of leaves juice. But the pots in which they grew up have become so accustomed to the colors that they ceased to notice them. From morning to evening old clay pots carefully watched all that was happening around them so as not to miss any slightest detail, not noticing the fabulous colors that every waking moment in them. And dark pots take pleasure in all the smallest details of each other to recount what he saw the day and so continued until dawn. Delicate flowers could not sleep during the night because the chatter of old clay pots did not stop for a moment and did not let them sleep. But the pots were so fascinated by the discussion taking place around him, and never noticed the flowers growing in them have ceased to bloom, their leaves gradually wither and fall off. And even when the flowers are completely dead, they did not notice that something has changed. The hostess, upon discovering that flowers may revive no longer any hope, collected from the window sill of the old clay pots in a pile and took them to the dump. The pots, when I dump a bunch of different items that at first was delighted and rushed excitedly to recount all their accumulated past history. But nobody was interested in their chatter. They could not understand why none of the items does not listen to them, and sad to look in the Windows of houses. Only the old creaky chair prokryahtel to them: "We have for many years standing, peering into the distant Windows of the houses where panes of every morning bloom such beautiful flowers, and each of us wants to at least for the moment, to be the one to whom every morning bloom in such a delicate and divine creation".

Once the snake was chasing a butterfly and chased it day and night. Fear gave the butterfly strength, she lashed her wings and flew farther and farther. And the snake did not get tired to crawl along. On the third day basilisa butterfly felt he could no longer fly, she sat down on the flower and asked my Stalker:
Before you kill me, can I ask you three questions?
- It is not my habit to provide these opportunities to the victims, but Oh well, we take that as your dying wishes, can ask.
- You eat butterflies?
- No...
I made you something bad?
- No.
- Then why do you want to kill me?
- I hate to see you move!!!

A peasant at the market buying a few piece of fabric on the dress to children on the way home had to get involved in an argument with his cantankerous wife, who claimed that the seller cut the material with scissors. The peasant saw in the hands of the seller of the knife, and therefore could not agree with his wife. So they prerelease all the way, reached the bridge over deep river, where the dispute escalated into an outright quarrel.
Husband broke down and, grabbing his wife's clothes, shouted:
Listen, woman! I'm telling you, it was a knife. And if you don't agree with this, I'll throw you off the bridge!
- You listen to yourself and wound on a mustache! Even if here is your father with all your dearly departed ancestors, you will still fail to convince me that it wasn't a scissors - screamed in response, his wife.
This insolence was the last straw that broke the patience of the husband. In anger, he dropped the wife off a bridge into the deepest part of the river, and its waters then closed over the obstinate woman.
After a minute, when it became clear that the woman will not come up, anger, her husband somewhat cooled, and he began to regret his actions, from the water suddenly a hand, which finally motioned that it was scissors, and disappeared under the water forever.

There once was a Rabbit, very humble and polite. One day, after eating plenty of cabbage on a farm the garden, he was going home, suddenly they saw a Fox. She returned to the forest. She failed to steal a chicken from a farm-yard, and she was very angry and hungry.
In the Rabbit heart trembled. Run, but where? And the Rabbit rushed to the cave. He did not know that there waited for him other terrible danger in the cave dwelt the Serpent.
Rabbit, however, was well educated and knew without permission into someone's house to enter are not supposed to.
- You need to say Hello - he thought, - but with whom? With a cave, of course!
And, having sat down on back pads, the Rabbit politely said,
- Hello, kind cave! Allow me, please, come in.
Until then, happy Snake, hearing the Rabbit's voice! She loved rabbit meat.
- Come in, come in! she replied, wanting to trick the Rabbit.
But the Rabbit's voice perfectly understood, with whom deals.
- I'm sorry to have bothered you, ' he said. - I completely forgot that I was waiting for the rabbit! Bye! and fled away with all speed.
Rode the Rabbit into her hole and thought that politeness never never hurt anyone.
The snake is curled up in a ball and grunted.
- Would be better if I didn't answer! Oh these to me polite bunnies! We needed him to ask permission to enter!

The road sat a beggar. No hats, no shirts, no shoes. Hard hot sun baked his head. With blowflies on her face and body. He groaned strong and painful bites.
Drove past in the coach important the Sultan accompanied by a large detachment of armed guards. The Sultan saw the beggar and stopped near him. Pity the poor devil. Arrogant and harsh, he said:
- I'm in a good mood today. I'm very good today. Ask me anything your heart desires. Will do! Any request to fulfill! Me everything in this world subject! Everyone is scared of me!
A beggar, exhausted from annoying flies and heat bent before the Sultan to the ground and groaned, begging:
- For The Sake Of Allah! Save me from the flies! Tell them rather to fly away from here! Die!
Important the Sultan shrugged.
- No! Flies don't submit to me! Flies to drive away, I can't!
Went important the Sultan with his retinue on the road further. A beggar was sitting beside the road, covered in swarms of flies from head to toe.
Immediately to the poor came from all sides people:
- Oh, lucky man! Probably the king helped you become a rich man!
The beggar frowned and waved his hand:
I didn't know that the Sultan is powerless! He even flies are not able to take it off! But weaker flies there is the world of creatures!

The great master of archery, named Drona taught his disciples. He was hanged on the tree target and asked each of the students that he sees.
One said:
- I see a tree and a target on it.
The other said:
- I see a tree, the sun rising, birds in the sky...
Everyone else answered about the same.
Then Drona came to his best disciple Arjuna and said,
- What do you see?
He replied:
I can't see anything but the target.
And Drona said
Only such a person can hit the target.

One day the Mullah decided to go to the believers. But to hear him came a young boy. The Mullah thought to himself, "Should I speak or not?" And he decided to ask the groom:
- You're the only one, do you think, should I speak or not?
The groom said:
- Sir, I am a simple man, I don't understand. But when I come to the stable and see that all the horses have fled, and the only one left, I'll still give her something to eat.
The Mullah, taking to heart these words, began his sermon. He spoke for over two hours, and, when finished, would feel the soul of relief. He wanted to hear confirmation of how good was his speech. He said
- How did you like my sermon?
- I already said that I am a simple person and don't really understand it all. But if I come to the stable and see that all the horses have fled, and the only one left, I will feed her. But I'm not giving her all food that is intended for all horses.

There was one person. And the greater part of his life he was trying to find out what the difference between hell and Paradise. On this subject he meditated day and night.
And then one day he had a strange dream. He came to hell. And sees people who are sitting in front of pots of food. And in every hand a large spoon with a very long handle. But look, these people are hungry, thin and exhausted. To cherpnut from the boiler they can, but in the mouth does not get. And they swear, fight, hit each other with spoons.
Suddenly it runs up to another man and shouts:
- Hey, go faster, show the road leading to heaven.
They arrived in Paradise. And see there are people who sit in front of the boilers with the food. And in every hand a large spoon with a very long handle. But they look well-fed, satisfied and happy. When he looked, he saw that they feed each other. Man to man should go with the good - that's Paradise.