SnowflakeStay on top of electric pole and look.People scurried to and fro. People run. People are very busy. No one would know about me - petite flake ice with horns and white hearts.And I'm tiny, but many I saw. And really, really know.Nakoga has long, long ago, I fell like a dewy drop in a distant country, where there was plenty of sunshine and fruits. Small lambs playing on the grass near one fold. I hid in a flower for me not to drink the sun, and watch them all day: they were so nice.Night fell asleep exhausted. But at midnight I was awakened by a quiet song. Pen flew over the angels and sang. In heaven above whacking wondrous star.- What happened? - Asked a bug.- A child is born the Savior of men - said bug, and put his bag on one sheet.When I opened the door of the sheepfold, I saw in the manger a small child with bare hands. Around his head was light. And his eyes were blue and gentle. I had never seen such eyes.*Much has been passed by that night. Many times I would get up steam, falls as rain or dew, squeezing between cubes until depths of earth, still poking around the throats of izvorchetata, ran across fields and rivers. I traveled many times into the sea.This happened on a mountain. It was a nice clear blue morning. I rolled and I was playing in a fig leaf. Under the fig tree to Baja many people gathered. Tall man stood among them and spoke. His voice was clear and clean:"Forgive your neighbor.""If you have two coats, give one to your neighbor.""Love one another as brothers.""Love your enemies."I see only the top curls of his hair, but I'd like to see him in person. Because I had never heard such words. And when he turned his face to heaven, I trembled: he was a child I saw in the pen. In his eyes I knew: no one else had such good and gentle eyes.*One day I was lying in an old clay pot on top of a hill with many drops of vinegar. It was a terrible day. Black clouds gathered in the sky. It was heavy and muggy. There was a storm. Above us stood the large wooden cross. Remove standing guard with a wooden sword. And the cross was crucified man. People were crucified him.- Why? - Asked quietly crock.- Because it taught them to love.- The man groaned and guard in court dip a sponge, inserted a stick of cane. I slipped into a hole in the sponge.And when the guard brought the fungus to his mouth, I saw him: He was a tall man who taught the people in the mountains. His eyes were filled with tears, but clear and good. Nobody else had such good eyes.*Since then has come a long, long time. Countless times I traveled from the snowy ground poles to warmer countries. I saw the seal hunters to kill each other in sharing the hunt. I saw black people fought with bamboo branches and broke their heads with stones.I saw stab with spears and swords residents of countries where the vine grows and wheat. How to kill with bullets and fire. They burned their cities.Oh, many terrible things I saw myself. And just me, tiny flake ice with horns and white hearts, I know how unhappy people are. How infinitely miserable they are: because they hate.I had the neck of a mountain storm, I called them, that shook the earth:- Listen to people with blue eyes!
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