Lying under the log a snake was angry with the whole world; it has no another feeling if only just malice: so heck it was created by the nature.
In vicinity a lamb was frolicking and skipping, it did not know anything about the snake. All of a sudden having crept out, the vermin deceitfully stung it: there and then it had been dimmed before the eyes of the poor thing: its blood was as though on fire.
“Why?”- it asked the snake.
-“Who knows? Perhaps, you was about to trample on me”, – said hissing the snake.
-“You are punished by me just in case”.
“Oh, no!” – exclaimed the lamb and died.
Whose heart feels neither friendship nor love, that one hates all and everything taking each as a villain.
In vicinity a lamb was frolicking and skipping, it did not know anything about the snake. All of a sudden having crept out, the vermin deceitfully stung it: there and then it had been dimmed before the eyes of the poor thing: its blood was as though on fire.
“Why?”- it asked the snake.
-“Who knows? Perhaps, you was about to trample on me”, – said hissing the snake.
-“You are punished by me just in case”.
“Oh, no!” – exclaimed the lamb and died.
Whose heart feels neither friendship nor love, that one hates all and everything taking each as a villain.
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