As if marbles in a box which shake.

In a box poured marbles — wooden and copper — one size. Closed a lid. Waited, opened. Both they lay there alternately and lie. Closed again. Began to shake a box. Shocked well. Opened a lid and looked. Appeared above, mainly, wooden. And copper down. Marbles know the way. Every marble. Uzheli we them more foolish?

An old man went by the old overcrowded bus. His people squeezed from every quarter, and it is time him to go out. In any way not to squeeze to the output. Breathing hardness, it be not that to move up. Fortunately shook a bus once or twice on the bad road. And a man was able to move to the output. If life shakes us, we can move up in it. If know where output.

That, who has a large goal, vital adversities will not bewilder, and successes and failures identically move forward forward. What difference, how preeminently shake a box? What difference, how preeminently will shake a bus? Only something took place.

Eight feet of spider

Not Enough to have a goal, it is necessary to be able to hold it.

A child asks to play with him. Uzheli to set aside until will grow? Work it is necessary to make off, otherwise material will come in uselessness. And it is necessary to repay debt today, a term came, means it is necessary to send in a way. How little put for a man?! Whether to the purpose here?! An artist in a circus carries the cup of coffee. Stumbles, falls, somersaults. That there remained from a fragile cup?! But here he got up and shows us: and a cup on a patellula is a zela, and not spilled coffee. It is a profession yet. He is able it to do. It is necessary to be able to hold a purpose, as cup of coffee, many different events and failures. But here he rose, and he rose, and it is a purpose. C it it is all right. Eight feet of spider carry his little little body not in different directions! Who knows a way, able to hold a purpose.

Teacher of game-cocks

To one prince the teacher of game-cocks came and suggested to train the game-cock of prince. A prince consented. Ten days passed.

— Well as, a prince asked, — my cock is ready to the fight?!

— No, it is not! He is too presumptuous and breaks a secret to fight. He can not be produced!

Ten days passed.

— Well now?

— It is not yet early. He is very nervous, on everything reacts. He can not be produced.

Ten days passed.

— Now?

— Early yet. Force and fury overfills him, breaks through outside, and it notedly.

Ten days passed.

— But and now ready?

— Now almost ready. He is mobile and as if intagliated from a tree. On the stranger screaming irresponsive. But other cocks do not want with him to fight and, barely catching sight him, with a scream escape away.

There is not a limit to the trade stages. Who saw authentic trade, will not delight in less perfect work. Will say nothing. Knowing does not talk, talking does not know. It, clearly, and to us all behaves. Understanding higher of knowledge.