There is one old, wise parable about that how boundless and self-sacrificing the power of maternal love is. No barriers will be able to hold this feeling, anything, will never change it. That instant when the small child is born, and mother takes it on hands, and becomes sense for life of any woman. And this parable tells about such mother.
The boy Romi was born in very good family where parents not only loved each other, but also respected. The kid was surrounded with tenderness, love, and the child grew clever, kind and sympathetic.
When time has come, already the young man, Romi met the first love. A viol, so called the girl, it was really fine as clean winter morning. Sky blue eyes, a thick, golden hair – rare beauty the girl got a harmonious, fine figure. Rami at the moment understood that it is its greatest feeling. It is impossible to tell that he was nasty to Viola, no, but this girl looked down on him, kind of playing.
Sensitive heart of mother caught something disturbing when her son told her about the feelings. But Romi was so fallen in love, so cloudlessly happy that mother reconciled. But day when her son came home like thunder came. Mother stood, having smelled rat.
- What is with you, darling? Why you are so sad? What happened?
The young man who got used to hide nothing from the mother told it the reason of the grief.
- Mother, you for me the kindest, loveliest person. And such I imagined Viola. When she looks at me, the world buys new paints – birds sing, wind breathes, springs murmur. But my girl does not trust in the power of my feeling. It needs proofs. She demands that I proved it. Also you know as, mother? She asks to bring to her your heart, mother! But unless it is so possible?
Weight held down mother's heart. Having collected will in a fist, it smiling, told the suffering son:
- Darling, so is impossible. Of course, the love is a way, having passed which the person learns himself. Moreover, the whole world exists only thanks to love. But it is a dangerous way as, trusting itself, it is necessary to learn to trust also another, and this another, in your case, Viola, have to deserve both trust, and feelings. Think, maybe, you made the wrong choice? She is really beautiful, but is it good as the person? She has to understand when the woman gives birth to the child, it gives him a part of the heart. And it is wrong to wish the death of mother. Wait, maybe, it just misunderstanding.
But time did not change the girl's spirit, on the contrary at all. It turned out that, having presented Viola externally, the creator did not think of that she was also beautiful and inside. It seemed that nature of a poisonous cobra disappeared under a clean face of the girl.
Day after day to the young man only it became worse, from the cheerful, sociable son he turned into the gloomy, closed young man. Mother insufferably suffered, looking at his changed person. And pain of sufferings was big as mother knew that she can return a smile on his face. Hopelessness rose every morning together with it from a bed, and she went to bed with it. In one day mother did not sustain:
- I cannot see your grief more. My life which in you, lost the meaning. Take my heart – give to the beloved!
And mother, having pronounced these words, pulled out the heart and with the last bit of strength stretched it to the son. The young man, holding him in the shivering hand, did not even realize that occurred. However, having taken a step, with the feelings which gushed over it, Romi stumbled also sensitive, still warm heart of his mother asked:
- Darling, to you it is not painful? More accurately, native!
And here Romi understood the mistake. Pain held down the young man's heart. What did he do?! How he was able to allow someone to get up between him and mother? How it was possible to be flattered on some beauty who deprived of him the loved one?
Do not make such mistake, all over the world there is nothing more purely, is more sacred than love of mother.
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