Moral of the parable about two toads. Unacceptable advice - how to “pin a toad”

Like a bunch of toads...

... they wanted to control the money from the run. Their goal was to reach the top of the high mountain.

A lot of onlookers gathered to marvel at the success and encouragement of the participants...

Would you like to laugh?

Well, the race has started...

To tell the truth, no one onlookers allowed thoughts about those that toads could reach the top. Almost the following words could be heard: “Oh, how important!!!” The stench will NEVER reach the top!” or: “They can’t see it, the tower must be too high!”

One by one, the toads began to retreat from the distance... ...Together, as they kept fighting all the more...

People kept shouting: “It’s so important!” No one is in a hurry to get in touch with him!

More and more toads were wasting their remaining strength and losing their lubrication... And then one toad managed to stick his head out until it hit the spot... She didn’t want to give up!

By the way, no one was lost except this toad, which, with incredible efforts, reached the top of the mountain! After the event, other participants wanted to find out how it went!

One of the participating toads went to the perimeter to drink, as she was able to achieve such incredible results and then go on. And it appeared... The toad, having overcome it, became DEAF!!!

Never listen to those who have a bad idea of ​​everything negatively and pessimistically... ...for the stench will steal from you your most beautiful dreams and hopes that you keep from your heart! Always remember about the power of words. Whatever the word, written or spoken, flows into your heart!

I to that:

LET'S get started... POSITIVELY!

And here we go: Be simply DEAF, if they seem to you that you cannot realize your dreams!

Think first about those who: AND YOU can achieve anything!

THINK ALWAYS - I WILL GET THIS!

I NIKOLI! DON'T GIVE UP AT ALL!

“Sings to a friend” Alexander Pushkin

Arist! And you are in the yurbi of the servants of Parnassus!
Do you want to ride the locked Pegasus?
You hurry after your laurels along a careless path,
And instead of strict criticism, you bravely enter into battle!

Aristo, believe me, add pen and ink,
Forget the streams, the foxes, the frowning graves,
Don’t burn your kohannyam in cold songs;
To avoid flying out of the mountain, go down!
The singers will endure without you;
I’ll completely forget to teach them.
Perhaps, and now, moving away from the noise
And having become acquainted with a bad muse forever,
Under the cover of peaceful Minerva
Welcome to another father of another “Tilemahidi”.
Fearful of the share of heartless spivaks,
We are the ones who are being driven in en masse!
The tribute to the poets is fair;
There are laurels on the Pendus, and there is also kropiva.
Fear disgrace! - What, yakscho Apollo,
Feeling that you were climbing Helikon,
Having stolen his curly head with contempt,
Is your genius to be covered with a grape vine?

Ale what? you frown and appear ready;
“Perhaps,” you tell me, “don’t waste your words;
If I get carried away with something, I won’t step up again,
And know, my foal has fallen, I am robbing the tree.
Don't judge me as you please, in all light,
Be angry, scream, bark, but I still sing.”

Ariste, the one who sings is not the one who weaves together
And, the paper is rippling, the paper is not damaging.
Good stories are not so easy to write,
How Wittgenstein could outmaneuver the French.
Tim sometimes like Dmitriev, Derzhavin, Lomonosov.
The immortal songs, and the honor, and the glory of the Russians,
To live a healthy life and at once teach us,
How many books are there when the world was born!
Creativity of Rifmatova, Grafova
Rot with heavy Bibrus at Glazunov’s place;
No one will know them without reading this story,
І Phoebus’ cursed signet on them.

Let us assume that you have happily reached the Pind,
So you can call yourself rightly:
They will read everything to you with satisfaction.
Do you think that the river is already flowing to you?
For those you sing, unhealed riches,
Why are you already bribing powers?
You want worms in the slimy screens
Are you lying on your side, calm and sleeping?
Not so, my dear friend, there are a lot of writers;
They are not given a share of Marmur's chambers,
No screens filled with pure gold:
Shack under the ground, high mountains
The axis of the rich palaces, the wonderful halls.
Poetiv praise mustache, live even magazines;
Roll around on Fortune's wheel;
Born naked and naked he steps into Rousseau's throne;
Camoens shares bed with foals;
The fire on the mountain is weightlessly dying,
By the hands of others, the graves of wines:
This life is low in disguise, glory, what to put on makeup is a dream.

You seem to be thinking for a bit now.
“Well,” you say, “they judge everyone so harshly,
Going through everything like a new Juvenal,
You talked to me about poetry;
And he himself, having stewed with the Parnasian sisters,
Should I preach to the people who came here?
What happened to you? What’s in your mind?”
Ariste, without further words, my axis is your testimony:

In the village, I remember, forgive the laity,
Summer priest with gray curls,
In honor of the world's wealth, he is alive
I have long been renowned among all as the first sage.
Once, having drained the dances and bottles,
For fun, for the evening, for a few days of drinking;
The men squandered it right away.
“Listen, father,” said the pikemen, “
The instruction of sinners even protects us
But we tell everyone that we will punish you in advance,
And we believe you: that today itself...”
“Listen,” the priest said to the men, “
As I teach you at the church, so you will do it,
Live well, but don’t inherit me.”

And I myself had the chance to testify;
I don’t want to tell myself a little bit of truth:
Happy, who doesn’t feel the water until the top,
To spend a quiet life without grief, without turbo,
Magazines are no more attractive with their odes,
And don’t sit on impromptu ideas these days!
Not to love walking along the heights of Parnassus,
He does not look for pure muses, nor for the sticky Pegasus,
Ramakov does not dance with his pen;
Calm, cheerful. Ariste, vin - doesn’t sing.

It’s still too dark - I’m afraid you’ll get confused
I’ll roll you up with a satirical pen.
Now, my dear friend, I will give you some joy.
Will you lose your sniffle, will you close anything?
Think about everything and choose:
Be nice - kind, calm - better than twice.

Analysis of Pushkin's poem "Until a Friend Sings"

In 1814, Pushkin made his debut at the press. He sings, having chosen the pseudonym Oleksandr M.K.Sh.P, having published the work “To a Friend the Master” in the Moscow magazine “Bulletin of Europe”. This addressee is Wilhelm Karlovich Küchelbecker, a friend and classmate of Pushkin at the Tsarskoye Selo Lyceum. He began to burst into poetic creativity early. Friendship began a little later Oleksandr Serhiyovich - 1815 rock. For his debut public appearances, Vilhelm Karlovich collected the magazines “Sin of Batkivshchyny” and “Amphion”.

Returning to Küchelbecker, Pushkin’s text talks about the profession of a poet. The lyrical hero is inclined to ask his companion, who appears under the name Arist, not to try to refer to Helikon - according to the ancient Greek mythology, the mountain acted as the abode of the muses. There are two key reasons for those. Persha is not a skinny person, but if you rimuvati, you can take pride in the right thing (“fear of disgrace”). Friend - most often sing and roll with Fortune's wheel. The theme of professional self-importance appears uniquely in Oleksandr Sergeyovich. Nutrition about career was one of the most important for lyceists. According to the official version, they were trained for government service in their current positions. Under whom, not everyone wanted to become an official in the military. For example, Kuchelbecker was more interested in being a teacher at a provincial school. Pushkin’s verse “Comrades” (1817) will later be dedicated to the choice of a professional path and the ironic view of various options.

“To a friend-vershuvalnik” is another speech of the young Oleksandr Sergiyovich against the literary partnership “Conversation of lovers of the Russian word”, founded in 1811 and revived by Shishkov and Derzhavin. Participants in the meeting were dissatisfied with their adherence to classicism and the need to encourage Russian reform. The main opponents of “Besidi...” are “karamzinists”, which in 1815 formed the partnership “Arzamas”. Pushkin was a new student, while still a lyceum student. In the analyzed text, Oleksandr Sergeyovich predicts “the heartless spies who are killing us with a huge number of vertices.” There are these writers who painstakingly chewed the folds of long-outdated works. Under the names of Grafov, Rifmatov and Bibrus there are other people - Khvostov, Shirinsky-Shikhmatov and Bobrov. They are represented by “the immortal songs, and the honor and glory of the Russians” - Derzhavin, Dmitriev, Lomonosov.

A group of toads were playing among the trees at the junction. Everything was wonderful and fun until two toads suddenly fell into a deep ditch. In fact, it was not a ditch, but a hole with even straight edges and clay, which practically did not ruin the chances of a fight.

- That’s it, friends, don’t waste your energy too much. Accept your lot and say goodbye

A group of toads were playing among the trees at the junction. Everything was wonderful and fun until two toads suddenly fell into a deep ditch. In fact, it was not a ditch, but a hole with even straight edges and clay, which practically did not ruin the chances of a fight.
Having reached the edge of the pit, which seemed like a perfect break for them, the group of toads shouted to their unfortunate comrades:
- That’s it, friends, don’t waste your energy too much. Accept your lot and say goodbye again!

Never listen to people who are trying to convey their pessimism and negative mood to you, they will take away your most beloved dreams and desires. Don't forget about the power of drains. Everything you hear and read flows into your behavior! Be positive first. And, besides, be DEAF if they tell you that your world is undead! Think first: I will earn it!

It seems like a bunch of toads wanted to control the smear from the run. Their goal was to reach the top of a high mountain

It seems like a bunch of toads wanted to control the smear from the run. Their goal was to reach the top of the high mountain. A lot of onlookers gathered to marvel at the brilliance and encouragement of the participants. Well, the race has started.

To tell the truth, no one among the spectators allowed thoughts about those that toads could reach the top.

Almost the following words could be heard: - Oh, how important!!! And so: - The stench will NEVER reach the top! or: - They can’t see it, damn it!

One by one, the toads began to move away from the distance. Around one, where everything was fighting.

People started shouting: “It’s so important!” No one can cope with this!

Daedali more toads spent the rest of their strength and lost their oil.

Once upon a time, one toad continued to chew and stick his nose into the snow. Vaughn didn’t want to give up! By the way, no one was lost except this toad, which, with incredible efforts, reached the top of the mountain! After the scam, other participants wanted to find out how it got away?!

One of the participating toads went to the perimeter to drink, as she was able to achieve such incredible results and then go on. And it appeared... The toad, having overcome it, became deaf. published

As if two toads fell into a pot of milk and began to drown.

Of course, she didn’t want to drown, so the stench began to swell with all her might. But this clay pot had very high slimy walls and the toads couldn’t get out.

One of the toads swam for a little while, floundered around and thought: “Still, I won’t get out. Why am I struggling for nothing? Only a few suffer in vain, rather than drown immediately.”

She thought like that, stopped struggling and sank.

And he thinks to his friend: No, I’ll drown again. This is not the case for me. Or better yet, I’ll wash and swim. It’s possible, let’s go.”

Ale just all for nothing. Yak don't swim - everything is dirty. The potter is small, the walls are slimy - there are no chances.

But still, she won’t leave, she won’t be able to. “Nothing,” I think, “as long as I have the strength, I’ll get some exercise. I’m still alive, which means I need to live. And then - what will happen!

And with the remaining strength, the good toads fight their own toad death. Axis and Svidomo began to waste, choke. The axis is on the bottom of the rod. But she won’t give up here and continues to paw with her paws. He shakes his paws and thinks: “No! I won't give up that easily!

And he immediately realizes that under his feet there is no longer sour cream, but something solid, so firm, reliable, like the ground. The toad marveled, marveled and said: there is no longer any sour cream in the pot, and there, the toad, is standing on the olive’s chest.

“What is it? - the toad thinks. “Is there any oil in here?”

She was amazed, and then she realized: she herself had beaten the hard milk with her paws.

“Well,” the toad thinks, “it means I did a good job, so I didn’t drown.”

She thought so, shook off the miner, quit and rushed home.

Morality:

Never give up and don’t give up! No matter what the situation may be, there will always be some confusion.

Overcomes the one who doesn’t give up.

God does not force people to try more than they can without losing. Well, everything is in our hands, we have all the resources.

You're better off, don't you think!

Everything is in our hands, so we can’t let them go.

Another parable “Toad on the top of the mountain”

It was as if the toads were trying to get along with each other, who would be the first to climb to the top of the high mountain.

There were many eager toads to take the fate of this one.

There are already a lot of different animals from the forest, so you can see how the toads recognize the fiasco. They really wanted to laugh at the little toads, because the task seemed overwhelming.

And the command “Start!” sounded loudly, and the toads rushed to climb to the top.

And the forest animals immediately began to eat from the sides:

- “You can’t help but marvel at them, they’ll all stink at once!”

- “It’s not possible for me to think about myself!”

- “You will never be able to reach the top!”

The toads, sensing the animals, began to fall from the mountain one by one.

The guards continued to shout:

- “You’ll marvel at how high you can climb, and you’re so small and weak!”

- “This is very important, but your paws are so small and slimy!”

As they stared, more and more toads moved away from the distance, standing up and falling down.

Another hour passed, and almost all the toads had disappeared and disappeared.

Only one toad managed to fight to the top. Unrespectful na gluzuvannya ta guchni vyslovlyuvannya scho tse “Impossible!” And the hard way, she rose higher and higher.

And the axis arrived at the moment when the toad, having continued to fight to the top, reached its mark. She was on top!

Everyone was shocked and shocked: “How could this little toad reach the top of such a great and majestic mountain?”

When she came down, one of the toads came up to her and asked: How did you get away? What's your secret?

And everything is simple...

There appeared DEAF...

Morality:

Never listen to those who encourage your faith in yourself, otherwise they will steal your dreams and hopes from you.

Always remember about the power of words. Whatever the word, written or spoken, flows into your heart!

And to that: THINK POSITIVELY! Get rid of negative thoughts! You'll get through it! And faith, day after day, may be unimportant in the environment.

In advance: be simply DEAF if they seem to you that you cannot realize your dreams.

Everything is possible. What can you discover?