Certain readers do not know how to appreciate a good work.
Just like most young people judge the old fisherman.
It is an art for the eyes of the right person.
Even when the man is just sitting, waiting.
The wind blows, the birds fish, the man remains seated.
Insects are eaten, some eat the man who remains seated.
The worm strikes the tip of the hook, the fish don't notice.
The wind blows, the worm that keeps kicking is cut with the end of the hook, it dies instantly.
The fish smell the blood of the worm.
They are fearful and immobile, watching the lifeless body of the worm at the end of the hook, the man remains still.
One of the youngest and most inexperienced fish, swimming calmly towards the worm, the man remains still.
The little fish watches the worm closely, the man moves the hook. The scared fish runs away.
The other fish lose interest in the worm, the man remains still.
A more experienced fish, big and old, cautiously approaches the hook.
The man is immobile, as always.
The old fish realizes that a part of the worm cut in half is hanging off the hook, he starts to circle the hook underneath trying to stay in the right position so as not to be caught by the end.
The man stands still.
The old fish comes very close to the hook and gently opens its mouth to catch the loose part of the worm.
The man remains still.
When the fish is about to close its mouth, the man moves the hook only a few centimeters to the side.
The fish closes its mouth with all its strength on the hook.
The man pulls the hook out of the water while he catches the line. Without wasting time he throws the struggling fish from the fishing rod hook to land. The fish that keeps moving ends up escaping the hook and falls, right in the fisherman's bucket.
The fisherman without paying much attention to the fish takes another worm from his can of bait and hangs it on the hook.
He accurately launches the hook into the lake and with a small plop!
The hook reaches the water and remains immobile, as does the man holding the rod.
It was on a hot spring day that he woke up.The snow melting and penetrating the ground thus reaching him.From a small, tight shell he desperately took advantage of every bit of liquid left at his reach.After drinking, he felt too strong and too big for the skin.Soon, he broke it in two and for the first time experienced the light, the wind, and the great mother earth.He wanted more, he wanted to grab the light to scorch the earth and protect himself from the wind.To embrace the earth, he penetrated its roots in it, deep down to the underground rivers, and under the great rocks.To catch every ray of light he encountered, he stretched out its branches and raised its leaves.Over time, he gained a shell to protect himself from the wind.One day, a lumberjack came to the pine forest and fell in love with its long leaves, slender branches, robust trunk, and long roots.The woodcutter started to visit the pine ev
If there's something I don't understand in big cities, this is the night.For most people, this scene looks very natural.
It was a dirty, dark alley.It had no doors, no windows, or led anywhere.
The mountain is called Despair, so why would a man in his right mind climb to the top, where the lost causes live?The mountains are usually cold and dark.
Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on earth. It was Theia's magical world. And that was a fairy tale.A fairy the size of a small child with skin as pale as snow, red hair as fire, and green eyes as forests. Dressed in the finest white dress, woven with cobwebs.Born from Theia's warm insides, she came as her messenger, prophet, and me
His skin is white.It looks soft, but it shatters easily.
In the big colorless city many people did not have much money. Boys who were naughty with their parents would end up like the rain boy. It was said that the rain boy had been very bad with his parents and one day his parents left him outside on a stormy day. No one offered shelter to the evil boy. In order not to freeze, the boy moved his arms and legs. Moved throughout the night, but the storm continued throughout the day and no one sheltered him. He continued to move, jump, and shake. Until his arms and legs fell. When his head fell, he also died.
There were two powerful wizards, but also very snobbish and cruel. They were the family of Jo's Wizards. They lived in a mansion surrounded by a magical forest. One day, a group of good wizards decides to end Jo's wizards' reign of terror. They catch Jo's wizards off guard and cast a spell on cruel wizards that would make them silly forever.They stayed crazy, talking in riddles not understanding each other and always happy.In their nonsense, the magicians applied for an exchange student program and receive very problematic adolescent triplets at home. However problematic and cruel the triplets may be, they cannot be more problematic than the magicians. They were about to ask to come home when chocolate drops start to rain in the garden. They talk to each other and decide to stay and see what that was like. The next day the fallen leaves turn into cookies. The magicians said there was a magical animal in the garden that fulfilled wishes.The triplets then decid