A parable about an Angel who wrote down a person’s desires.. As ancient Vedic wisdom says, all a person’s desires will definitely be fulfilled! And here is a small parable about an angel who fulfills human desires. It is likely that this parable is based on real events. In ancient times, there lived an ordinary person who believed in God and tried not to sin. But he did not believe in God so much as to renounce material life and desire the spiritual kingdom. And so, at the end of his life, a bright creature appeared to him, and the old man heard his kind voice: “I am an angel who fulfills people’s desires.” This is my service to God. Tell me what do you want? Your wish will be fulfilled. And the old man answered in a hoarse, exhausted voice: “In this life, I was sick and suffered a lot, because my body was thin and weak.” I want a strong and healthy body in my next life... And in my next life he received a strong and healthy body. But it so happened that he spent his whole life in poverty, it was difficult for him to feed his big body, so he suffered from hunger all his life. So, being hungry, he was dying in his bed, when the wish-granting angel appeared again: “Do you have any desire?” “Yes,” answered the old man, “in my next life, in addition to a strong and healthy body, I want to have a lot of gold and not know poverty.” So, in his next life he had a lot of money, a strong and healthy body. What more could you want? But what saddened him was that he never found a worthy wife with whom he could share all the joys family life. When the hour of death came, the angel came again and asked if there was any wish that he was ready to fulfill. This time the old man answered: - In the next life, in addition to a strong body and wealth, I want a good wife... The wish was fulfilled exactly. In his youth, the guy married a beautiful and worthy girl. They had a lot of money, good health and everything they needed for a happy life. But his wife died early, and for the remaining three quarters of his life the man grieved for the loss, realizing that he would not find anyone better than her. Shedding bitter tears before his death, he again saw the angel who fulfills all the desires of people. And this time he asked, among other things, that his wife live long. The angel gave exactly what the soul of the dying old man asked for. And his wife lived in her new life for a long time... So long that, having already grown old, he fell in love with a young woman, for whom he left his faithful wife. But it turned out that his new young wife stole all his gold and money, and disappeared with some young man in an unknown direction. In unbearable suffering, the old man went into the forest and lived the rest of his life in an abandoned hut in complete renunciation, eating whatever God provided. Every day he prayed for many hours in an attempt to understand the meaning of life.

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Parable of the Guardian Angel

“Just don’t sleep, Baby, cry, cry loudly!”

Hello! Please don't hang up!
- What do you need? I don't have time for your chatter, come on quickly!
- I visited the doctor today...
- Well, what did he tell you?
- Pregnancy has been confirmed, it’s already 4 months.
- How can I help you? I don't need problems, get rid of them!
- They said it was too late. What should I do?
- Forget my phone!
- How to forget? Alo - alo!
- The subscriber is not in...

3 months have passed.
" - Hi baby!"
in reply:
" - Hi who are you?"
“I am your Guardian Angel.”
“Who will you protect me from? I’m not going anywhere from here.”
" - You are very funny! How are you doing here?
"- I'm fine! But my mother cries for something every day.”
“Don’t worry, kid, adults are always dissatisfied with something! The main thing is to sleep more, gain strength, they will be very useful to you!”
“Have you seen my mother? What is she like?
“ - Of course, I’m always next to you! Your mother is beautiful and very young!”

Another 3 months have passed.
- Well, what are you going to do? It’s as if someone is pushing your arm, I’ve already spilled the second glass! You can’t get enough vodka!
“Angel, are you here?”
"Of course here."
“Something is really bad for mom today. She cries and quarrels with herself all day long!”
“Don’t pay attention. Not ready to see the white light yet?”
“I think I’m ready, but I’m very afraid. What if mom gets even more upset when she sees me?”

“What are you talking about, she will definitely be happy! Is it possible not to love a baby like you?”
“- Angel, how is it there? What's behind the belly?
“It’s winter here now. Everything around is white, white, and beautiful snowflakes are falling. You will soon see everything for yourself!”
“Angel, I’m ready to see everything!”
“Come on baby, I’m waiting for you!”
“Angel, I’m hurt and scared!”
- Oh, mommies, it hurts! Oh, help, at least someone... Well, can I do something here alone? Help, it hurts...
The baby was born very quickly, without outside help. The baby was probably very afraid of hurting his mother.

A day later, in the evening, on the outskirts of the city, not far from a residential area:
- Son, don’t be offended by me. Now is the time, I am not alone. Well, where am I going with you? I have my whole life ahead of me. And you don’t care, you just fall asleep and that’s it...

“Angel, where did mom go?”
“I don’t know, don’t worry, she’ll be back soon.”
“- Angel, why do you have such a voice? Why are you crying? Angel, hurry up mom, please, otherwise I’m very cold here.”
“- No, baby, I’m not crying, you thought I’d bring her now! Just don’t sleep, cry, cry loudly!”
“- No, Angel, I won’t cry, my mother told me I need to sleep.”

At this time, in the five-story building closest to this place, in one of the apartments, a husband and wife are arguing:
- I don't understand you! Where are you going? It's already dark outside! You became unbearable after this hospital! Dear, we are not alone; thousands of couples are diagnosed with infertility. And they somehow live with it.
- I ask you, please, get dressed and let’s go!
- Where?
- I don’t know where! I just feel like I have to go somewhere! Believe me please!
- Okay, last time! Do you hear, this is the last time I follow your lead!

A couple came out of the entrance. A woman walked quickly ahead. A man was following behind.
- Darling, I have a feeling that you are walking along a pre-selected route.
- You won’t believe it, but someone is leading me by the hand.
- You're scaring me. Promise to spend the whole day tomorrow in bed. I'll call your doctor!
- Hush... can you hear someone crying?
- Yes, from the other side, I can hear a child crying!

“Baby, cry louder! Your mother is lost, but she will find you soon!”
“- Angel, where have you been? I called you! I’m completely cold!”
“- I followed your mother! She’s already here!”

Oh my God, this is really a child! He's completely cold, hurry up and go home! Dear, God sent us a baby!

Parable about the guardian angel.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011 17:46 + to quote book

An angel lived high in the sky...
Every morning he got up from a fluffy cloud and circled across the sky, enjoying the morning sun. He was the most carefree Angel in the world. In the mornings he washed himself with water from the clouds and basked in the warm rays of the sun. Behind his back were huge fluffy wings and in flight he resembled a giant bird...
The angel was still very young and terribly curious. He wanted to know everything in the world. One day, circling high above the ground, he saw people for the first time. People also noticed it and called it a bird. But the Angel was not a bird at all. He was almost the same as them - only a little cleaner and lighter, and he had wings on his back and could fly. People interested Angel.
One day he got too close to a village and fell to the ground. The angel stood and looked around in surprise, marveling at the culture alien to him and the strange objects surrounding him. He picked up a clay pot, but his hands were so clumsy that he accidentally dropped it and broke it... People heard the noise, ran and caught the Angel. He was put in a cage... The angel did not know that he could lose his freedom - all his life he saw only a clear blue sky. People didn't like what they didn't understand. They thought for a long time and finally decided that in order to become normal, the Angel only needed to cut off his wings. It seemed to them that by achieving external similarity, they would also achieve internal similarity. They took a sharp knife and cut off his wings.
The angel screamed and fought in fear in the cage, losing his last connection with heaven, blood oozing down his body. Soon he lost consciousness...
When he woke up, there were people standing around. The angel hardly opened his eyes and looked around. With a habitual gesture, he tried to spread his wings behind his back, but there was nothing behind him... The angel really wanted to become like people. So people helped him realize this dream? Now he could live among people and became almost the same as them.
People accepted the Angel when he became like them. They taught him their language and craft. The world of people became his own world for him...
But no matter how interesting this world was, it lacked clear skies and soft white clouds sparkling in the sun’s rays. The angel yearned for heaven more and more. But alas, he no longer had wings.... The dream of flight and the sky became his obsession. Soon the Angel could only think about new wings.
At first he tried to copy the wings of birds, but nothing worked. The angel instantly got tired and could not fly even a few meters above the ground. Realizing that it was impossible to make a likeness of a bird, the Angel decided to tame real birds. He caught several dozen of the largest and strong birds and tied himself to them with a strong rope. The birds soared up and dragged him along, carrying him higher and higher into the sky... Soon the earth and people seemed the same as when he first saw them - small and defenseless...
Suddenly the rope came untied and the birds rushed in different directions, leaving the Angel dangling between heaven and earth. He fell to the ground and broke...
A man walked nearby. He saw an Angel falling from heaven and thought that it was a sign from above... He went from city to city and told people about this miracle... Gradually, followers began to gather around the man, and soon his stories were overgrown with new details and facts. People now have religion and faith in something bright...
The place where the Angel fell became a shrine for people and every day thousands of pilgrims came there to pray... A chapel was erected at this place and everyone considered it their duty to light a candle for the health of their loved ones or for the repose of those who had passed on to another world... People forgot about their guilt, trying to make amends for it in prayers... There was only one person who said: “People, it was we ourselves who destroyed him. After all, it was we who cut off the Angel’s wings with our own hands, depriving him of his connection with heaven. So why? Are all these prayers in vain?
But they didn’t listen to him. People cherished the bright image of the Angel so much that they did not want to believe in their guilt. The man was called a heretic, defaming the bright name of the shrine, and burned at the stake...
When the flames engulfed his body, his soul appeared above the fire... It, like the Angel, had huge wings. Swinging them, she flew up - straight to the sun, straight to the sky - into a world where every morning the sun's rays illuminate the tops of the clouds and peace and silence reigns...
The angel was not a person - he was only a soul - pure and bright, loving people and seeking freedom.
And the soul - it will always return to heaven...

Wednesday, January 05, 2011 17:49 + to quote book

Below lay the city, covered with snow to the very roofs. Above lay a dark gloomy sky with sparse feathers of clouds. And above the sky an angel sat on a cloud and looked through the gray veil of the twilight sky at the city, covered with snow to the very roofs. The angel needed to go down, but he didn’t want to.
First of all, it's cold. Secondly, snow. Thirdly, people. And if the cold and snow could still be tolerated, then things turned out very badly with people, that is, it didn’t work out at all. The angel sighed and began to slowly descend. He was afraid of being noticed, so he made it snow heavily. But the wings quickly became wet and heavy, and instead of a majestic smooth flight, there was a quick and unpleasant fall. But still no one noticed him. When there is a snowstorm outside, people stay at home or hide in deep hoods. But they don't look at the sky.
The angel touched the ground with his feet and folded his wings behind his back. So he was almost no different from people. The air was fresh and not even very cold. The angel quickly caught the right scent and went to it. After all, night was approaching, and at this time even an angel cannot be sure of safety. The entrance smelled of black cats, a German shepherd, burnt pizza and freshly brewed coffee. The angel did not hesitate in front of the black door and did not press the elastic bell button. He simply entered the house. She was sitting in the kitchen and reading a book.
“Good evening,” said the angel. - I came for you.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise and offense and shook her head.
- Who are you? - she asked. - I do not know you. How did you get here?
“I entered the door,” answered the angel, still standing in front of her. She did not invite him to sit down, but all angels are proud of their upbringing. - You should know me. Maybe I just forgot. I'm an angel.
- Angel? - she asked incredulously, throwing away an unruly strand of snow-white color from her forehead. - There are no angels here.
“But I’m here,” he objected, turning slightly in profile so that she could see the wings.
- Wings? - She walked up to him and timidly extended her hand. - Are they real?
Angel sighed. He was a little tired, a little cold and wanted to drink coffee. But he didn’t want to show what real wings he had.
And then another person appeared in the kitchen. Man in black. The angel shuddered. He could never get used to the fact that here on Earth, anyone has the right to wear black, white, and gold.
- Who are you talking to, dear?
She spread her hands:
- Yes, with an angel.
The man looked at the angel with interest. The angel looked at the man with curiosity. Their gazes met. The man's gray eyes reflected all his feelings. A pale golden light trembled in the angel's blue eyes.
“Well,” the man said, looking away. “I believe you are an angel.” And you are stronger than me.
The angel was upset. Why did the man give up so quickly? Why did he even give up? Doesn't he really love her?
The man left, first from the kitchen, then from the apartment, then from the house. For a long time, the angel heard his nervous steps along the empty streets of the snowy city.
- Why did you send him away? - the woman exclaimed.
“He left on his own,” the angel objected. He didn't make excuses. He was just fair. - You saw it.
She covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Then again. Her shoulders shook. The angel put his hand on her head and whispered a few quiet words. She calmed down.
“He will return,” said the angel, “if you do not want to leave with me, he will definitely return.”
“And I don’t want to leave with you,” she whispered, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to leave with you, and I don’t believe in God.”
And then the angel was surprised.
-You don’t remember anything at all? - he asked, squatting down so that he could look into her eyes and read the answer in them.
- What... can I... remember? - she said with difficulty, gulping cold and completely tasteless coffee in between. And then the angel saw something that he had not noticed from the very beginning. She didn't have wings.
- Where... are your wings? - he asked in a whisper, holding back the indignant fluttering of his people.
- Wings? - She took off her shirt and turned her back to him. - I never had them.
The angel touched the thin skin between the shoulder blades with a cool palm and felt two thin threads of scars.
“Here,” said the angel, “here were the wings.”
“What are you doing,” she threw her shirt over her shoulders and turned around, “our cat jumped on me.” These are just scratches. And they are almost healed. Soon they will completely disappear.
“Yes,” the angel agreed. - Of course, these are just scratches. And they are almost healed. And you never had wings.
Backing away, he left the house, almost stepped on a fluffy black kitten and stood for a while under her window. And then he found a man in black, took him by the shoulder and said:
- Come back, you are stronger.
Triumph and joy flashed in the man’s eyes. But the angel was in no hurry to let go of his shoulder.
-You took her memory, but how did she give up her wings?
“They were in the way,” the man explained.
- How can wings get in the way?
“She’s a woman,” the man said, as if that explained everything.
But the angel did not understand. And the man got angry.
“The wings make it difficult to lie on her back,” the man explained, “and she has to lie on her back every night.” Understood?
But the stupid angel still didn’t understand anything. And the man said his last words:
- We love each other. We are having sex. And the wings prevented her from lying on her back. Do you understand now?
“Now I understand,” answered the angel. “She needed sex, and didn’t need wings.”
“Well done,” said the man, freeing himself from the angel’s hand. - You understood everything correctly.
“I know,” the angel bowed his head and shook a tear from his eyelashes. He didn't know how to cry, but the tears came on their own. “But I know something else: you don’t love each other.”
The angel spread his wings and took off from the Earth.
- Why? - the man shouted, raising his head to the sky. The angel was already high. But he lowered himself and whispered in the man’s ear:
- Because wings don’t interfere with love!
Snow began to fall, covering the man in black and the black roofs of the houses.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011 17:52 + to quote book

wax runs in a thin strip along a long curved candle. She smells like vanilla. I don't like vanilla. An angel sits on the windowsill and looks into the sky. He wants to go home, but I hold him. I keep it with my thoughts and attempts to be with the man I love. I make you fly everywhere and keep you from doing crazy things. He is tired and sighs blue pollen. I want to apologize, but this is his job... I ask the angel to find my beloved, but he refuses. And what's wrong with him, really?
The angel is crying. I didn't know this could happen. It turns out that he is crying with my tears. So, when I cry, is it really my angel who cries? Why do angels cry? Or by whom?
I crawl along the huge bed to the windowsill. I look at my angel's cute face. He is beautiful. I stroke his dark hair and take his hand. Curious, do all angels have such gentle hands? His brown eyes are filled with sorrow. Every teardrop is dark and shiny. They leave scratches on my cheeks. His face is bleeding. I'm scared that my torment makes him suffer. I cry with him, but the tears just can’t escape. I stroke his hand and kiss his scarlet lips. God, they're so cold. Does he really not feel anything?
“Angel, dear,” I say to myself, because he understands me without words, “don’t cry, please! I'm scared!"
He is silent. He probably doesn't have a voice. The blood from his cheeks drips onto my shirt. The shirt is as snow-white as his wings. The drops turn into graceful patterns and decorate my shirt with bloody color. Tears fall like shards from his eyes. They roll down it and fall loudly to the floor. My heart is racing like a driven horse. It's all so strange and beautiful. His pain, or rather my pain in him, gives birth to beauty.
“Please, calm down, I will always be with you!” - although what I say is that he will always have to look after me. But I look at him and I feel sorry for him, but he is a reflection of me! He doesn’t move, only tears scratch his cheeks, and I kiss his lips. Why did he freeze? What about him? Feathers fall from his wings, they fall on the black tears of the angel and become white mice. Mice crawl on sharp tears and scratch their bellies. Their fur turns red from their own blood. They squeal in horror. I squint, close my eyes, jump away from the angel and hide under the blanket. The squeaking stops.
I remove the blanket from my face and see an angel standing above me...
“He loves you,” the angel spoke.
This means they still have a voice.
- You told me in a dream that he doesn’t love me! - I look at the angel, holding my breath.
Illuminated by the moon with its wings spread, it is beautiful. He looks so much like a man, but there is something lofty, correct and cold about him. I would love him all my life, but he is an angel. But I am a human being, and even more so I love another...
“You will never be with him,” he says with a tremble in his voice.
The angel no longer cries, tears flow from my eyes. A veil obscures my eyes, I rub my face with my palms and drive away the loneliness that is already creeping up. An angel is crying for me?!
- Can I be with you? - I ask in the hope that at least my angel loves me as I love my chosen one.
“No,” the angel is cold and motionless, only his feathers flutter in the light breeze.
“Why?” I ask silently.
- Because people and angels cannot be together. You are too hot in your actions and emotions, and we are cold and calculating. We have no positive emotions, we are worried, only your fears, illnesses, troubles, pains, sorrows. We feel everything bad. It is our life. We take it all for ourselves, and leave the good things for you.
Angel sits on my bed and strokes my cheek. I clung to her, with the feeling of a mother holding a newborn in her arms for the first time. His wings are warm and soft. I crawl out from under the blanket and snuggle up to the angel. He covers me with his wings. We are silent, we feel each other, we are one.
- Why won't I be with him? Are you saying he loves me? - I'm starting again. But I speak quietly, so as not to frighten off the merging of souls, mine and his.
-I said that angels and people cannot be together! - he reassured me.
- I don't understand you…
- It's simple: I am your angel, and you are his! You are everything to him! You take away all his bad things, you give him real warmth and good fate. He understands this, but cannot appreciate it. He is afraid of. Afraid of you and afraid to change. He thinks he can be happy with what HAS BEEN.
My angel cried, he cries with my grief. I felt cold. My lips are red, I feel cold in my body, I press closer to him. It does not help. My hair is turning grey, or rather it is becoming white, completely white, like his wings. They have become long. My eyes are glazed over, but it’s like I can see myself from the outside. I feel nothing but fire on my lips. I feel something unnecessary in my body. It's getting hard for me. I get out of bed, the angel is silent. It's so hard for me... I'm falling...
...Leaning on my hands, I lift myself off the floor, but something pulls me down and hangs from behind my back. God, these are... WINGS...
I have wings! My body is soft pink. My lips are scarlet. My heart is cold...
... I’m sitting on the windowsill, and he’s sleeping. Finally, he sleeps. He works a lot. I feel pain. I sit motionless. I see his pain, the pain of loss. He lost... me. He cries in his sleep, or rather, tears scratch my cheeks. He was stupid, but it’s not for me to judge. He thought he would have time to do everything, but he didn’t. I became for him someone he doesn’t even know about. He doesn't believe in angels. And I will sit on the windowsill and watch his dreams. I will hide him from sorrows, illnesses, fears and troubles.
He will be with her! And I'm with him! But every night I will cry for myself for him!
Someone always becomes an angel to someone, but is it difficult to say about it right away?

Wednesday, January 05, 2011 17:55 + to quote book

The little angel sat on a cloud with his legs dangling. He watched the city, which seemed to him like an anthill. Suddenly, in the window of one house, he saw a familiar face.
“It’s her,” the angel thought and smoothly began to descend. His little feet had already touched the ground, he opened the entrance door and slid into the small crack. I went up to the ninth floor and found myself next to that very door.

With his small hand he touched the bell, and his piercing cry disturbed the silence. “Who’s there?” asked a once familiar voice.
-It's me, Angel.
-I don’t know any Angel. You've probably got the wrong apartment!
- No, I wasn’t mistaken! It's me, Angel... please open...
The door opened and the Angel saw HER. She was no longer the same... Tormented, pale, in an old robe... “Is it really you? What happened to you?!” exclaimed the Angel.
-Do we know each other??? This is the first time I've seen you. What you need? Why are you here?
The girl looked with dull eyes and did not understand anything.
-You do not remember anything?
-No. I'm very tired, and I advise you to get out of here quickly. Moreover, my husband will come soon. I think he won't be very happy to see strangers in his house. She sat down at the table and turned her back to the Angel. The angel came closer to her and timidly hugged her shoulders and pressed his small body against her back. “I’ll show you something now, promise that you’ll leave right away”... She took off her robe, and on her perfect body, on her peachy back, in the area of ​​her shoulder blades, there were two terrible scars... “Now go away” ....

The doorbell rang and she jumped. She quickly got up from her chair and ran to open the door. It was her husband. “Who else is this???” the husband muttered displeasedly. “He’s already leaving,” the girl looked sternly at Angel. “I’m hungry, I’ll come eat in 5 minutes,” said the husband. The girl hurried to the kitchen. “The door is over there,” the man pointed his finger at the door. “Get out!”

Tears appeared in Angel's big eyes.
-Where are HER Wings??? Where did you put her wings? She had huge white wings. Why did you cut them off??? “You ruined her!” Angel choked in tears.
-You see, we love each other... And accordingly we sleep together! Do you know how the wings interfered with this! It was uncomfortable for her to lie on her back, so I cut them off! Now everything is fine with us! We are happy!

The angel had already gone out into the street where it was snowing...
“And yet you don’t love each other!!! She will die with you...” the Angel shouted after him... The man ran out into the street, but the Angel was already high...
“WHY??? WHY DO YOU SAY THIS???” the man shouted, looking into the heavens.
“BECAUSE WINGS NEVER INTERFERE WITH LOVE,” whispered the Angel...

Wednesday, January 05, 2011 17:58 + to quote book

I slowly walked along the colorful stripes of the rainbow, counting steps. I wonder how many more of them you need to do to get to the end? Some strange thoughts are creeping into my head, I thought, because today they had already ruined my mood - the elder angel entrusted me with some guy on earth. I never thought that I would have to do such boring work. It’s much more interesting to count clouds, catch raindrops, create fragile snowflakes, or at worst, just walk on a rainbow and count steps.
Brrr, why don’t you want to go downstairs? This thought alone makes me shiver, but this is my job, each of us has our own destiny, mine is to observe and help people and there is nothing you can do about it. And with them everything is as usual - gray and boring. They are all somehow strange: they do not notice the beautiful, but they manage to waste so much time on empty things, but at the same time they confidently consider them very important and necessary. Ugh, it's disgusting to watch. I don’t even want to think that I will be stuck in this hole for the next 70-80 years, for me this is, of course, not much, but I don’t want to waste even such a small amount of time. Eh, okay, I’ll count to the end and go down to the ground to look at the next storage item.
Three hundred fifty-seven million, three hundred fifty-eight million, three hundred fifty-eight million, three hundred fifty-nine million, three hundred sixty. Well, here I am on the ground, slowly walking along the river bank, and looking at the mountains. I got distracted, I have to fly to the city. Almost audibly, I took off from the ground and flew.
This is the house I need.
“One, two, three,” this seems to be the window I’m looking for. Slowly approaching him, I made my way inside. The dark blue curtains were drawn tightly, making the room dark.
“Hee-hee-hee, here my fun begins,” I muttered, opening the curtains so that a small ray of sun slowly crept into the room. He began to study his face joyfully and cheerfully in the morning. Brown hair shone the color of golden wheat, a straight nose, a strong chin and a gentle smile illuminated his face. I wonder what he's dreaming about since he smiles like that. Maybe the seashore, blue clouds or simple banal human things that they are delighted with.
I am far from an ideal angel, I thought and decided to start the game. Walking up to the nightstand next to his bed, I just pressed one button on the round alarm clock, made in the shape of a globe. And the blue object began to make unpleasant sounds.
The guy stirred, his hand automatically turned off the alarm clock. Surprisingly, he did not continue to sleep, but, stretching sweetly, opened his eyes and smiled when he saw a ray of sunshine sneaking into the room.
I came across some strange specimen, usually, if I start making little jokes, no one likes it, everyone just gets angry and swears, but this one has a smile on his face. I was so confused that I simply stopped being angry, and did not notice how I myself began to smile. But the guy is quite nice and his smile is charming. While I was thinking about which ward had come under my wing, he had already managed to get up and head to the bathroom. With my eyes sparkling slyly, I followed him. Having perched myself at the entrance, I was able to study him more carefully: quite tall, with a beautiful figure, straight greek god, descended from Olympus. But what am I talking about, these stupid people believed that there is a mountain on which all the Gods live, they don’t know anything at all, although they think that they will soon conquer the world. They are still far from achieving peace and perfection. All of them initially carry within themselves a piece of evil and flaw, without realizing it, they strive for the ideal, but will never achieve it.
Somehow I became unphilosophical and completely distracted. And at this time he carefully brushed his teeth. A pleasant surprise made me smile for the second time during my stay on earth; the color of the toothbrush, like the entire bathroom, was my favorite blue. It turns out that our tastes are somewhat similar.
Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, I learned that today is a day off on earth. He was doing his usual things: doing homework, reading a book, talking on the phone, walking. And all this time I watched him with interest. It seems that before, all these human little things seemed so stupid to me, and when he did them, it was even funny to look at it all from the outside. Before I knew it, the first day of work came to an end. A black blanket of night slowly fell over the city, only small holes - stars - letting in light helped people not to go astray.
I sat on the windowsill and watched as the luminous points-windows on the other side of the house gradually went out. There are two small spots left, probably soon their owners will finish all their business and go to bed. Hearing the quiet snoring of my little man, I realized that I could go upstairs.
Pushing off from the window sill, I soared up and rushed, as it seemed to me, to the softest cloud. But in a split second they got ahead of me, and now some impudent angel was already sitting in my favorite place.
- Well, I didn’t understand something! “This is my place,” I exclaimed angrily.
“But it doesn’t seem to be named,” I heard in response.
Wow, this idiot has the nerve to be rude to me, but no, I won’t allow him to do that. Slowly flying up from behind, I pulled the edge of the cloud so that it fell head over heels from it, like from the steepest hill. After watching his manipulations in the air, I calmly sank into my seat and, smiling victoriously, began to clean my wings. The night flew by unnoticed. The stars dissolved in the predawn silence and the sun, stretching sweetly, spread its rays. This meant that the second day of my work had already begun.
I watched him from the side, and he, not noticing anything, continued to get ready for the university. I washed my face, did exercises, and prepared breakfast. In my haste, I almost forgot to take an umbrella when I left the house. And I moved the books, and they fell to the floor with a crash. Surprised, he went to see what had happened and noticed a forgotten umbrella. What would he do without me, thoughts flashed through my head.
I spent the whole day with him. I met many of his friends, acquaintances, teachers and fellow students. Some are quite interesting, but there are also some that are better not even encountered. And none of them look like my boy.
A year of my work on earth flew by unnoticed. I went downstairs every morning to guard my little man. Sometimes, when he couldn’t sleep for a long time, I stayed with him overnight. Slowly lowering herself to the top of the closet opposite the bed, she watched him.
Without noticing it myself, I became very attached to him. Now I couldn’t imagine a day without my work. As soon as the first rays fell to the ground, I was already next to him, catching every moment. His smile, laughter, affectionate look, sadness in his eyes - all that without which I was very sad and missed. I loved playing with him, it always turned out so fun and funny. Probably, everything would have remained this way, but She appeared in his life - a kind of Snow Queen - white, almost transparent skin, flaxen curls and a piercing, cold gaze. I looked at her and couldn’t understand why she could interest him. I won’t argue, by earthly standards, she is very attractive. But what can this piece of ice give him other than cold?
“Nothing,” I answered my own question.
He just loved her. Love defies explanation, is not subject to laws, rules and theorems derived on earth. Although I know where it comes from. Just a playful cupid once again went hunting, and this time my boy became his prey.
Now my little man spent all his free time with her. He gave her tenderness, a smile, warmed her with his warmth and protected her in every possible way.
I didn't like her at first sight. I was angry with her, with myself. Strange, this is the first time this has happened to me. You can't even imagine who her angel was. I didn’t believe it myself until I saw him wagging after her. Yes, it was exactly that impudent person who almost stole my place. Seeing this, I was doubly against the acquaintance of my boy and this ice crystal.
Every day thousands of needles of jealousy pierced my heart, and I could not do anything about it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me and I didn’t know how to fix it. At every opportunity, I tried to touch her, to open my little man’s eyes, but he did not see my warnings, Cupid’s arrow hit the target and I was unable to pull the tip of love out of his heart. I had to put up with this, but now more and more often I was looking for an opportunity to fly up: to sit on a cloud and think. Counting stars in Lately ceased to interest me, I looked at the intricate drawings in which they were folded. I looked in the sky for any little thing that resembled him. At first I thought that everything would pass, that it would come out of his heart as an ordinary hobby, but every day the hope for this melted away, like the March snow slowly but surely melts under the spring sun. Everything collapsed, shattered like fragile glass that day when she stayed overnight with him for the first time. I sat, biting my lip on the windowsill, heard their breathing quicken, and saw how their bodies connected into a single whole. Unable to withstand this test, I soared upward like an arrow. The sky suddenly became covered with large dark gray clouds, which, like menacing giants, covered the entire city. A moment later the first drops of rain were heard, the first sincere and pure tears of an angel fell. If you think that angels cannot feel, you are deeply mistaken. They are very tender and vulnerable, it is easy to offend them and destroy their immaculate soul.
And the rain outside the window kept coming and going. Slowly flowing from the roof in a thin stream, drumming on the glass and slowly flowing into huge puddles of sadness, the sadness of a small and helpless angel.
Quietly crying, I didn’t notice at all that the impudent angel had also left his charge and, as if nothing had happened, was cleaning his wings. Small drops of rain were running down my face, when suddenly something squeezed on the left side of my chest, and I felt a sharp, unbearable pain. Anxiety and fear shackled me like steel chains. Having overcome all this, I sharply rushed down to my boy. Having flown to the familiar window and seeing it, I understood where this pain came from. He sat on the bed and looked at Her in fear. She lay motionless, her usually transparent white skin became even whiter. Barely taking my eyes off the couple, I saw her guardian and dark angel. A thought flashed through my mind - this is the end. There will be no more interference, no more queens, my boy will remain only mine, I will always be with him. My head was buzzing from so many thoughts, my ears were all ringing... In this state, I accidentally caught his gaze. Pain, unbearable pain, the kind that slowly destroys everything around, filled him. I read fear and horror in her eyes - the horror of losing her. I don’t remember anything, I only know that the words “keep by any means” were hammering in my memory like a hammer. Memories will forever preserve this look, filled with horror, fear and sadness.
A second later the room was filled with people, all of them wearing white coats. All out of breath, they immediately began to perform some manipulations with her body, but I knew very well that they were unlikely to help her with this. I must act, otherwise it will be too late, flashed through my head.
In the blink of an eye, I flew up to the dark angel. I don’t remember exactly what I told him; only fragments of our conversation remain in my memory. He said:
- I'm sorry, it's not my fault that he couldn't save her. Now she must come with me.
- No, you can’t do that, you can’t!!! “What do you want in return,” I shouted with all my strength.
“I don’t understand you,” he answered calmly and indifferently, “your man is alive and well, what else do you need?”
- Don't you see how bad he is? I want her to live! Do it, please,” I begged him.
-No, I can’t, I don’t have the right.
- What do you want? I will give you everything you ask, just fulfill my request,” I asked with my last strength.
- So be it, dear creature, I’m doing this only because I really liked you. But remember what you said, now you owe me.
“Okay, I’ll do whatever you ask,” I said with the last of my strength, lowering myself to my usual place—the top of the closet.
Coming to my senses, I noticed that people were also running and fussing over the motionless body.
“I did it, I did everything, now she will live,” I said triumphantly.
The girl in my boy's arms slowly opened her eyes. It was a miracle for people. They fussed even more. How naive they are, they don’t understand that their stupid and ridiculous actions have nothing to do with it; if a dark angel rises to earth, he will not leave without his victim.
What will happen next, I didn’t even ask this question, now it doesn’t matter, they will be together, they will be happy, my boy will be happy, and for me now this is the most important thing.
I looked from above at the flickering of people and for the first time I didn’t think about anything. All thoughts flew out of my head and flew away in flocks of birds. Later the girl was taken to the hospital, and my boy left with her. People diagnosed it as a heart attack. Now he cared twice as much about her and became an angel on earth for her.
Night gave way to day, and day to night. Everything was the same as before. At night I climbed to heaven to look at the earth from above. But one day I could not leave the earth. The girl felt bad, my boy did not leave her side for a minute, and I was with them all this time. I sat on the windowsill of the hospital room and watched the stars appear.
“Hello, angel,” I heard a creaky voice behind me, that day I didn’t even notice how unpleasant it was and hurt my ears, “I came to collect a favor.”
“Hello,” I answered, turning to face him, “I remember my duty very well.”
I knew that someday this had to happen. I wasn't surprised by his appearance, I just didn't think it would happen so soon.
- It’s good that you remember everything, there’s no need to remind you.
- What do you want from me? - I said looking at him indifferently.
- I liked you, brave angel, you don’t see someone like that very often. I decided to take you with me.
“With me,” I said slowly, syllable by syllable.
Having read the silent fear in my eyes and smiling maliciously, he replied:
- What did you think: the cost of living is high.
- I didn’t think anything, okay, it will be the way you want. Do I have time to say goodbye?
- Exactly five minutes, and then we will leave the earth.
I flew up to my boy. He gently hugged the sleeping girl. The last time I looked into his eyes, I read so much love and affection in them, calmness and serenity. My choice was made correctly. This look will remain in my memory forever. I will remember him as he is now. Let him be happy, and I will be doubly happy for this. With these thoughts, I flew up to the dark angel:
- I'm ready.
- Okay, let's fly. You still have a lot to do today. You need to have time to sign up for the account book, change your wings and cleanse your soul of all that is good...

There is a legend according to which our Guardian Angel comes to each of us once in our lives.

Moreover, he can appear in any guise - a wet kitten, an old man, a beggar woman - and our fate will depend on how we behave at the moment of such a meeting...

So today is a story about a man who was lucky enough to meet his Guardian Angel three times.

Once upon a time there lived a man. And he had three dreams: to have Good work with a high salary, marry a beautiful, kind girl and... become known to the whole world. During his life, many stories happened to him, we will tell you about three of them.

On a cold winter morning, a young man was rushing to an interview at a well-known company. There were 5 minutes left before the meeting, and he still needed to run the block. Suddenly, right in front of him, an elderly man slipped and fell. Our hero looked at the man, decided that he was drunk and, without shaking hands, ran on. Luckily, he made it to the interview on time. Unfortunately, he was not hired for his dream job.

On a warm summer evening, a man was walking around the city. Noticing a troupe of street performers, he stopped to enjoy the spectacle. There were few spectators, but the play was fun and exciting. After the performance ended, applause was heard and people began to leave. Our man also turned back, but someone timidly touched his shoulder. This was the main character of the playold clown. She began asking him whether he liked the performance and whether he was satisfied with the actors. But the man did not want to carry on a conversation and, turning away with disgust, went home.

One rainy autumn evening, a man was rushing home from a friend’s birthday party. The day had turned out to be difficult and he dreamed of quickly taking a bath and falling asleep in a warm, soft bed. Suddenly he heard someone's muffled sobbing. It was a woman crying. She was sitting on a bench near our hero’s house. She was alone, without an umbrella, and only the hood of a light jacket saved her from the cold rain. Noticing our hero, she turned to him for help. Something happened in her family and she really wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with someone. The man became thoughtful, a bath and a bed appeared before his eyes, he muttered that he was terribly busy and hurried into the entrance.

The man lived an unhappy life. And he died.

Once in heaven, the man met his guardian angel.

– You know, I lived a completely unhappy and worthless life. I had three dreams, but none of them came true. What a pity…

- Hmm... My friend, I did everything so that all your dreams come true, But for this you only needed to give your hand once, open your eyes and warm your heart.

-What are you talking about?

– Do you remember the man who fell on a slippery winter road? I’ll show you this picture now... That man was the general director of the company that you so wanted to get into. A dizzying career awaits you. I specially arranged your meeting with him so that you could have a successful and interesting job.

All that was required of you was to offer your hand.

Do you remember the old clown who came up to you with questions after a street performance? She was a beautiful young actress who fell in love with you at first sight. A happy future awaited you, children, undying love. You can’t even imagine what I had to do to ignite the spark of love for you in her heart.

All you had to do was open your eyes.

Do you remember the crying woman near your entrance? It was a rainy evening, she was thoroughly wet from rain and tears... She was a famous writer. She was going through a family crisis and really needed emotional support. If you had helped her stay warm in your apartment, listened and consoled her, she would have written a book in which she would have told about this incident. The book would become famous throughout the world and you along with it, since on the main page the author would indicate the name of the one who became the muse of this work. I brought her to your doorstep on purpose to help make your last dream come true.

Two angels, a woman running to work, a steep staircase.
- Push, push, I say!
- The stairs are so steep, you’ll fall to death!
- I'll back it up, but he'll break his leg!
- It’s a nightmare, she has to go to work, she’s already been late for three days in a row!
- Yes, and now she will also be on sick leave for at least three weeks. She will be fired altogether later.
- You can’t do that, what will she do without a job, the salary is good!
- Push, I say, then I’ll explain everything, push!

The same angels, the highway, two women in a company car, high speed. In front of the car is a KAMAZ loaded with logs.

Throw the log, don't pull it!
“You can kill with this log, but if you hit the windshield at speed, they will die, they have children!”
- Throw it, I’ll take the log away, they’ll only get scared.
- Why do this, why scare me?!
- It’s not time, I’ll explain later, after turning the sign the sign will read “They’re waiting for you at home!”, they will already move away from fright, draw their attention to the poster, let them stop.
- They both cry, they call home, how cruel!

Corporate party.

Two angels, a man, a wedding ring on his hand, a girl.

Let him drink some more.
- Enough, he's already drunk! Look how he looks at her!
- Pour some more, let him drink!

- He has a wife at home, two children, he’s already lost control, he’s inviting a girl to a hotel!
- Yes, let her, let her agree!
- I agreed, they are leaving, it’s just terrible! My wife will find out and they will get divorced!
- Yes, a quarrel cannot be avoided! That's how it was intended.

Sunset, two angels.

What a job, it’s so stressful!
- Is this your first day at this level? This is such a level, stress training, at your first level you teach with books and films, but here are those for whom books no longer help. They have to be knocked out of their usual rut by stress in order to stop and think. How they live, why they live.

Here's the first woman, while she's sitting at home with a broken leg, she'll start sewing again, and when she gets fired, she'll already have five orders, she won't even be upset. She sewed like that in her youth, a sight to behold! She has been putting off her hobby for 10 years, she still believes that she needs to work, that social guarantees are more important than spiritual harmony and pleasure from what she loves. And sewing will bring her even more income, only with pleasure.

Of the two women who cried on the highway, one will quit in a week and will understand that her place is at home, with her child, with her husband, and not in a foreign city, living in hotels for weeks. She will give birth to a second child, she will go to study as a psychologist, they cooperate with you at the first level.

And betrayal, how can it do any good?! The family will be destroyed!
- Family? The family hasn't been there for a long time! The wife has forgotten that she is a woman, the husband drinks in the evenings, they fight, they blackmail each other with their children. This is a long process, it’s painful, but each of them will think, the woman will start reading your books, will understand that she has completely forgotten about femininity, and will learn to communicate with a man differently.
- Will it be possible to save the family?
- There is a chance! Everything will depend on the woman!