Who needs SON? PARABLE.
Who needs SON? PARABLE.
I lived once, a collector and he had a son. Collectors had a lot of good and valuable paintings.
One day his son was taken to the army and he was killed. Father received a letter, which was written by his son covered a comrade and saved his life.
The old father had not left his room all day and lay silently on his bed, looking out the open window. He did not want to see, and no one wanted to talk.
Once in his room, gently knocked the maid and said:
- Sir, at the door of our house is some military and wants to talk to you.
- Let him come.
A few minutes before him a tall man in uniform. In his hands was a huge rectangular parcel.
- Hello! - He said - I'm the soldier who saved your son ... I do not know what to tell you, because it is because of me killed your son, and I escaped with a wound to the lung. We were friends, and I loved him very much.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the soldier. He turned away and picked up a huge parcel.
The bundle was a large picture. It was painted smiling son in uniform.
Looking at this picture, it was hard to believe that this young and funny guy is dead.
- I spent two months in hospital - continued the soldier. - And there I painted this portrait here.
He broke off, it was evident that he could not speak further. Putting a picture on the wall, he turned and quickly left the room.
The old man is no longer rising from his bed. Nothing delighted him and only occasionally looking at the portrait of his son, for some reason he was smiling. He was not sick, but just quietly faded. So he died, looking at her son and smiling.
Relatives have not been so all of their property went to auction.
The bulk of the state is a collection of paintings - all the money father and son put in his passion.
At the auction going to the cream of the city. Many well-known and famous people: actors, artists, businessmen, politicians - everyone wanted to buy something for themselves in this famous collection.
The auction began. All fell silent and looked at him curiously, wondering about what the picture will exhibit the first. Finally, carried the first web, written by an unknown artist. He was the son of a famous collector shows.
- The picture is called "Son", the initial price of five hundred dollars - announced the auctioneer.
The hall was silent. The auctioneer continued:
- Who needs a "Son"? Starting price of four hundred dollars.
No one moved. All stared at him. Someone shouted:
- We do not need this picture, come next!
But the auctioneer, not paying attention to this cry, said:
- Who needs "Son?" Starting price of two hundred dollars.
The hall walked indignant roar, and several voices began to shout:
- Skip this picture, no one wants to buy it! We want to see the paintings of Raphael and Van Gogh!
The auctioneer tapped with a hammer on the table, and in the hall there was silence again. As if not hearing anything he said:
- Who needs "Son?" The starting price of one hundred dollars.
Now all murmur. Some cried, some turned to a neighbor loudly indignant.
Behind the scenes, all from the back row stood sparsely dressed man. Those who have been in the house of a famous collector recognized him as his butler.
- I'll take a picture for ten dollars, I do not have anymore.
Auctioneer sigh of relief:
- Painting "Son" sold for ten dollars. Ten dollars - just ten dollars - two ... Ten dollars - three! Sales!
He got up from his desk and announced loudly:
- The auction is closed!
From surprise many stood up from their seats, he heard cries:
- You have no right! Why?! What happened?!
- According to the will, the entire collection of pictures received by the one who buys the painting "The Son." The man gets everything.
Butler sat down in surprise. In the hall fell silent, and for a while sat silent, not saying a word. This announcement shocked them.
Gradually, people began to get up from their seats and go, and some have continued to sit in amazement looking at the butler, then the auctioneer.
Auction is ended ...