A man with a dog was walking along a long, wild, tiring road. He walked to himself, he was tired, the dog was also tired. Suddenly in front of him - an oasis! Beautiful gates, behind the fence - music, flowers, the murmur of the stream, in a word, rest.
- What it is? - asked the traveler at the gatekeeper.
- This is paradise, you have already died, and now you can enter and rest for real.
- Is there water there?
- Plenty of: clean fountains, cool pools ...
- And will they eat?
- Whatever you want.
- But the dog is with me.
“Sorry, sir, with dogs.” She will have to leave here.
And the traveler went by. After some time, the road led him to the farm. At the gate, too, was the gatekeeper.
“I want to drink,” the traveler asked.
- Come in, there is a well in the yard.
- And my dog?
- Near the well you will see a drinking bowl.
- And eat?
- I can treat you to dinner.
- And the dog?
- There is a bone.
- What is this place?
- It is a paradise.
- How so? The doorman at a nearby palace told me that paradise was there.
- He's lying all. There hell.
- How do you, in paradise, it endure?
- It is very useful for us. Only those who do not leave their friends reach heaven.
PS I wanted to post in the parables - yes there was not enough karma. But to make a post has already begun - do not cancel the same ... Thanks for the karma. Moved to Proverbs blog