Once upon a time there was a usual caterpillar. Or rather, already almost not the caterpillar as she lived in a cocoon, however a butterfly for the present did not become. Once in its small dwelling there was a crack, but, strangely enough, future butterfly did not become interested in it at all. As it conducted the life in a cocoon to a crack, so now continued it and now.
On the one hand, after all it became interesting to it that there is created, in the big world in which it had a small window crack. However it did not have enough forces to increase a crack, and having tried a little, the butterfly lowered pads and continued further the usual existence in a small lodge.
One day, by a cocoon there passed quite ordinary person. Efforts of a butterfly drew its attention, and he rather long time observed attempts of a butterfly to be released from a cocoon.
Here the butterfly tries to get out again, but again is ineffectual. She is such small, however the crack is even less and therefore at it it was impossible neither to expand a crack in any way, nor to get out through it.
Full of compassion, the person came back home and brought a penknife. It expanded with one movement a crack and set the beauty free.
So, the miracle came true! The butterfly became free!
But what it? Why her so colourless wings and weak? And it sluggish, weak? The person guessed and still watched some time it, expecting that any minute she, at last, will spread the wings and will depart very far - however nothing similar occurred.
The person did not learn that the butterfly carried out all the short life, dragging the wings on the ground, and not having comprehended what is beautiful flight. Its sickly little body was too sick hardly to drag even such sluggish and unfortunate wings.
It would seem, the person helped it from the most good motives. However he did not think of the fact that, exempting it from efforts which the butterfly had to put to get out of a cocoon, it does not give it chance to become a normal butterfly.
Really, those efforts which future butterflies for an exit from a cocoon have to put, in fact, are directed to that wings got stronger. Butterflies apply so many forces that liquid from a body passes into wings which become colourful and strong.
Life creates such conditions under which sometimes it is necessary difficult, however these efforts are directed not only to an exit from the situation, they at the same time fill with force, energy necessary for further existence.
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