Gvozd

Do not anger those who breathe without emotion.
They do not get angry even at their enemies!
For them, any result is just a footnote,
But for you it will be wastefully harsh!
They do not take revenge, but remember, smiling,
As if what was done is not revenge!
You should not put in a corner those,
Who consider only honor to be a value.
Outraged honor for them is like a sentence,
Granting freedom for retribution!
Once upon a time there lived a man in solitude.
And all that remained to him from his past life were memories and a house.
Rich hedge, outside clean and fresh grass, flowers, trees.
Well-groomed and quiet, but making the heart beat faster with admiration.
So it was heaven's will, apparently,
That one of the townspeople would covet this house.
Rich, daring and stubborn.
He decided to create debts for the old man living in that house, so that he could buy the house for pennies.
When you are kind at heart, even a beggar will offend you, let alone a rich swindler.
Yes, he immediately offered a lot of money for that house, but the unsociable old man went crazy - he refused!
And therefore there is only one thing - to create debts so that the old man could not pay off everyone and sell the house!
It is not worth listing everything how debts are created.
And even in our time, we are judged without trials, and only then are given a paper to sign, withdrawing any money from the accounts (take, for example, garbage removal and how skilled swindlers fool the whole country).
One day, a creditor came, who had only dreamed of that house.
The old man leafed through the papers, it seemed, thought a little about his own, but agreed to give in for mere pennies and repayment of the debts.
However, in the sales contract he indicated that in this house he would still own only one nail, which he would drive into any place, and he would have access to the nail whenever he wanted, until he got tired of it!
The rogue's family was stunned by the comfort.
They walked around, admired and laughed, considering the old man a fool, but praising their father.
Several days passed and the previous owner appeared on the threshold with a large nail, which he had driven into the wall in the living room in the most visible place.
- Well, what can I say. A noble nail.
The new owner of the house said with a grin.
Several more days passed. And the old man came again. He has the right to look at the nail.
He approached it. He touched it - would it bend under the weight?!
After which, from a thick bulky bag he took out a piece of the freshest meat and put it on the nail.
There is no point in describing in detail the stench that the meat exuded after a couple of days.
The house turned into hell.
And the light palette of the walls, the paintings, the mirrors and the gilding did not help!
The scoundrel's family lost sleep and appetite.
And soon, other things went downhill because of the nail.
After all, sometimes, fighting with the whole world, we strive to get home as soon as possible to feel the pleasantness of the walls, the calm and the smooth flow of spiritual warmth!
But if you drive a nail into the wall of your own house, and the foul smell drives you away - you should not think that there will be a place for you with others.
What happened next to the old man and the house, as well as to the scoundrel's family?!
They returned the house, retreating to Nowhere.
The old man smiled sadly looking after them!
He who is wise does not show the joy of victories.
And the nail in the wall remained forever.

Canvas. Oil.
80x60 August 2024