Tale parable of the barrel

Once upon a time there was an old man. Here came his last hour. He called his five sons and they say:

- Know, my children, I will die soon. But before death I will tell you a parable. Listen well, and then explain it to me.

Sons look at their father, and the old man looked at them all and began:

- Grew oak in the forest. There was a big tree. Acorns fell from its thick branches. Its roots are deeply rooted in the ground - juices from it sucked. The storm was beating, beating it, but there was nothing she could do about it. But then a lumberjack came into the forest, tried on an oak tree, rolled up his sleeves - and let's chop. Towards evening, he threw the tree to the ground, chopped off the branches, and dragged the trunk to his carpentry - there he sawed the trunk into thin strips. In the fall, he came to the carpenter’s bochar, dumped the boards on a cart and drove away. In his workshop, a bochar made riveting from boards, filled hoops on them, made a bottom and made a large barrel. In that barrel, he poured young foamy wine every fall, and then sold it to peasants that they celebrated a wedding, christening, or commemoration. So it was, while the barrel remained intact ... But then one hoop broke, and the rivets parted. The wine flowed out, the barrel dried up. While Bochar was about to stuff a new hoop on her, the rivets completely scattered. The kids pulled off the hoops, began to roll them around the streets, and the hostess burned rivets and a bottom in the oven. The barrel was good, but came to nothing! ..

Well, explain this parable to me.

Five brothers thought. Thought, thought, could not interpret the father’s parable. Then the old man shook his head and said:

“You are still young, so you have no idea.” Well, I’ll explain it myself, and you listen ... The forest, where large trees grow, is our power. She is eternal. There will be no end to her trees forever. A barrel is a family; riveting is all of us, kinsmen; hoops are harmony, and wine is joy, a happy life. While the family is in agreement, she lives happily. And the house where there is no consent, it is better for him to burn in the fire! .. Take care of the hoops, my children! The eldest son kissed the old man’s father’s hand and said:

“Thank you, father, for your wise advice.” We will not forget him while we are alive.



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