The snail and the rose

The snail and the rose

It is a huge and beautiful garden. How many flowers are there as if there is no number of them. Somewhere there are bunches of rosy gandha, somewhere a bush of chrysanthemum, somewhere else a bush of hasnuhena. There is no record of how many flowers bloom in that garden. Among all the beautiful spring flowers in the garden, the rose tree looked the most beautiful, in which all the red roses bloomed. All year long, such beautiful roses bloom in it that anyone who sees them stares in amazement.

And right under this rose tree there is a big snail in a hole. Dry its thick shell - inside that shell is its squishy body. One morning the cotton snail crawled out of its shell to yawn. Rose called the tree and said - What are you doing? There is nothing to do, so you are hurrying to bloom? If you want to do good work - learn to work slowly like me!

Can you ever do as great a work as I have done on earth? The rose tree bowed its head and honored the snail. Gulag said - that's it, how old you are, how much you know! This is what we expect from you. When will you do that big thing?

What is the need to think about when it will happen? You can't do any big work because of your hurry! As he spoke, the snail crawled into its hard black shell. He spent the whole year doing nothing but sleeping in a place under a rose tree. New year has arrived. At the dawn of the new year, the snail came out again from its hard black shell to yawn - called the rose tree and asked - what is the rose? Tell me to grow old! If you spend all your energy by blooming flowers throughout the year, but what is the use? Look at me and see how much I have improved myself by sleeping for this one year? Like you, I am not exhausting my abilities by wasting energy. Look at me, I am keeping the strength in myself, the snail takes a breath and says again - Well, you have been blooming for so long, but have you ever thought why you are blooming, or what is the meaning of blooming flowers? And if the flower blooms or what - if it does not bloom or what?

In the face of so many questions of the snail, the rose tree was completely shocked! The rose tree said - no, I have never thought of this? I like to bloom. No, I couldn't stay blooming - so I bloomed. The sun spreads its light and burns through my veins. The south wind blows cold hands on my leaves, the morning dew washes my face and the soft monsoon water washes me! My eyelids quiver with joy, I can't contain myself any longer - under the blue sky I burst out full of bright sunlight.

I see your life is very funny - the snail boils and says! Of course it's not a lie - but your life is no less beautiful! I will never be able to do as much good as you will do to the world - Rose says.

Snail nose slimy! What do you say, I will benefit the world? Talk like a fool - laugh! Always remember that doing good to yourself is the greatest thing. Is there any price to die like a flower like you?

Staring at the rose tree, the snail grunted angrily and went into the shell to sleep by the front door.

Rose took a breath and said - I don't understand anything about him. Babah, what kind of sniping went inside the shell, there was no trace of his name outside. But I can't wrap myself in anything like that! It is true that I grow thin day by day with flowers blooming and smelling - but when the little ones come to play and clap their hands with joy, passers-by stop on the way - look at me in surprise, how I like it! What is the meaning of liking this and the snail will understand?

But the snail could not hear these words of the rose tree, because he was sleeping snoring. Many years passed like this. How many rose flowers bloomed, spread the intoxicating aroma, awakened joy in everyone's mind. Then one day he died. As long as they lived, every time he met the snail, the snail would lecture him about the work, the great work and the greatness, and then he would get tired and go back into his shell. The rose never understood, whose life is beautiful - her or the snail?

You can say - whose?