What Silence Says

 This short tale is for Dima. 

So...Dima special. Of course everybody are special in their way, you say...But he is very kind, soft, sensible, reasonable and calm. Yes, he knows what Silence Says...

 What Silence Says

A teacher let his pupils out to play at break time and went off to eat his lunch. Everyone ran out the school. Danny was the last boy to go out, but someone had locked the door. 
When the students came back to school, Danny was sitting in his seat.
“Why didn’t you climb out the window?” one of the students asked. 
“I didn’t want to – I was listening to the silence,” Danny replied.
“And did you hear much?” someone giggled.
“I listened to the specks of dust rustling as they brushed against the sunbeams. Our tables creaked from tiredness, and whispered sadly.”

"Our angels"

This short tale we devote to our dear friend Anna, Alesia's sister! She is wonderful, active and creative business woman. She's strong. But even if we are strong sometimes we need help. where...? from above! Our angels help us even if we don't noticed it...

"Our angels"

“It's a hard life. I try find out how to live a satisfying and great life despite the fact that life is hard. It's a long hard fight,” thought one man.
He has had a hard time it and cried in despair:
“Where are you, my angel? Help me!”
Angel flew down to him and filled his heart with love.
“O welcome, my Angel, white-handed hope,” said the man. "I am overjoyed to see you, but why you haven’t been here when I lost my way in the darkness."
“You couldn’t see me in the darkness but you felt my breath in the gentle breeze. You heard my whisper amongst the rustle of leaves. You were kissed by my lone snowflake. I was always around you, all the time, in the very air you breathe,” responded the angel.
“Then why you don’t take away my darkness?” asked the man.
“I live forever in your heart and lead you through the darkness,” replied the angel.

"Wise short tales" 

Have you ever feel angel near you? 

Maybe you saw him in a dream? Or angel helped you in a situation?

"It's never late to learn"

This new short tale I want to devote to my dear mom! Her name is Galina. She’s 46 and she’s student ))) She is studying state and municipal administration. It’s not ordinary for our country to be the student in that age. But why not ? It’s never late to learn. I’m very proud of her. She makes her world wider, she improves her skills, she meet new people. It doesn’t important how old you are! Nowadays I think we should leave our prejudices in past. They hinder us to live. And this is scientific fact your brain will stay healthy if you use it actively. You will stay young and many diseases you don't touch if you will study! ;-))

 

 It's never late to learn.

When a new pupil arrived in the music class, all the children burst out laughing.

“You’re in the wrong place, granddad!” someone shouted.

“Quiet, children. Meet Mr Boo – I used to teach his children. They grew up a long time ago. Now Mr Boo no longer has to work, and he wants to learn the flute himself,” the teacher explained.

“Can old people really learn?” the children asked in surprise.

“It’s never too late to learn,” the teacher replied.

"The Art of Cooking"

In our blog we deside to post short tales from Wise short tales regularly.

And this first short tale I want to devote to our dear Nicole, Masha's niece. She is great in cooking ! )))

And she showed us that cooking can be exciting and charming occupation !

Sushi, pizza, cakes, fish, barbecue and so on....Everything will be delicious!

THE ART OF COOKING

One day, a group of philosophers were arguing about which profession was the most important. One of them said:
“Teachers are the most important. Without access to education, children would not acquire knowledge, and that would put an end to progress.”
“The human race needs builders most of all,” another philosopher declared. “Without builders, people would have no shelter and there would be no beautiful buildings.”
“Musicians, artists and poets make our lives special. Art separates people from animals,” the third philosopher chipped in.
The friends had just started to discuss which professions could be viewed as proper art, when they were interrupted by one of the philosophers’ students.
He was a servant in the house where the philosophers had their meetings, so the owner of the house let him attend lessons for free.
“Highly respected scholars, you have forgotten to mention cooks,” the student said.
“How dare you interrupt our conversation? Being a cook is not an art. Go into the kitchen and make lunch,” the host said angrily.
The student silently left the room. That day, the pupil disappeared before lunch, and the host had to cook the meal himself. When the philosophers had finished eating, they didn’t feel very well and made their way home.
The owner of the house found a new servant and cook. Time passed, and the philosopher at whose house the meeting had taken place noticed his friends had stopped visiting him, and he had also lost the ability to sit and think deeply about things after dinner. Eventually, the philosopher decided to get rid of the new cook, and he sent his old cook and student a note with the words: You’re right: being a cook is an art, not an occupation.

Soon the philosopher’s friends started to gather in his house to discuss their thoughts once again. Their discussion was only interrupted by lunch, prepared by the student.

“Being a cook is indeed an art, not an occupation,” the host said after lunch, and everyone agreed with him.

And what do you think ? Cooking is an art ?