Man, considering itself to equal gods, by them and punished. They deprived his failures. All for him began to turn out, all desires to come true. He went mad and did away with itself. Not think that it would be differently for you.

Failures bind us to reality, not allowing to go mad. Only at mad they are not present. And in every failure, there is something good and useful in every hoodoo, as one of brothers talked. We do not know that it was actually, success or failure, while will not live so long to tomorrow, as a brother talked an arc. At that, who executes all laws and rules, neither successes nor failures, can not be, as the third talked as not he thought of these rules and laws. Even if to present worst from worst — all humanity will perish suddenly — and that well, that someone will not have the next day to go to the dental doctor, to someone — on unpleasant examination, and some terrible villains will be even thus, but punished.

And who knows in general, that for a man success and that failure? Only he. And we can know, only seeing him. Only on his person, we will guess his conduct, that happened for an event. Successful for him, glad, or unsuccessful, sad. And about us hear, only when will see our reaction, our mimicry, our conduct. And other them will ask: well and as he? how sticks to ? But between a moment, when we got information, and by a moment, when the first men saw our reaction, there is an interval. Interval of time, sometimes very small. It is our star hour

For this time we can or added a failure, to reduce the authority and worsen position. Or to see and quickly open out success those, can be not many positive consequences which are in any event. By a word, it is our star hour It is a moment, when we can turn the course of events, and even the fate in other side.

While nobody saw our first reactions. Only till now. Peasant which had a horse.

A peasant which had a horse was considered a silk-stock in the country. Envied him. But when his horse went away in the forest and did not return, left off him to envy, and some spared him even. But when his horse returned and led with itself from the forest of the drawn horse, all again began him to envy, but when his son fallen off this horse and broke a leg, some left off to envy him. But when war began and took away all fellows in an army, and his son did not take, all again had begun to envy him.

Only a peasant was not sad and not glad. He was not able it to do, because did not understand, what use from sorrow and gladness. Each of us something does not understand, not only this peasant.

Each of us feels sometimes, that feels not that is necessary to be felt.

A cup tumbled out of hands. Tried to catch up it. Almost succeeded, and did not catch up. Broken up all the same. And at this juncture we felt easy gladness. It is not necessary anymore to try to catch up. All. Ot us nothing anymore does not depend already. And distressing is in a mind, and easy gladness in senses. Prompt of senses about a star hour. Eta an easy perceptible glad prompt accompanies any failure, any grief.