To comprehend the full strength of human innerside and the great truth it keeps, enriched with the God's thought, a man needs only to seize his fussy temper and lust for fortune. It is so little, but often even that turns out so hard to implement - the fear once settled in the men's mind has grown into the most hugest black spider spinning sticky and loathsome webs and exhaling around its venomous poison...

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    To comprehend the full strength of human innerside and the great truth it keeps, enriched with the God's thought, a man needs only to seize his fussy temper and lust for fortune. It is so little, but often even that turns out so hard to implement - the fear once settled in the men's mind has grown into the most hugest black spider spinning sticky and loathsome webs and exhaling around its venomous poison. The spider has already covered all the Earth with its stinking damp belly, and keeps breathing out only death and destroyment. We seek to know: for how long are willing to live all covered with fear? How long would it take to curb fuss and panic? Please hear the story that keeps not even a memory of its author and of its origin - so old it is that long-long before had become the legend out of the story.
    So, there lived a man in a village, one neither bad guy nor good one. Just a man, a lonely man lived in his lonely house. No children to laugh, not a woman to love. Not even a beautiful garden grown by his own effort. Just an apple tree and an orach grew alongside the house, with its leaves stretched underfoot. Once early in the morning the gloomy man woke up and heard some noise outside the house. Scared he grasped the nearby poker and moved slowly towards the place where the noise was coming from.
    Before going with the story on we should notice that the hero had not always been so gloomy and sombre. Once on the eve of the spring holiday, when the lads and lasses all gather around huge fires most beautiful songs to sound and also them to show and watch, so at that wonderful time the strongest tornado befell right there among these young people. It came from the East and swept all and everything off its way. It was so strong that tore people to shreds, and tore well-rooted trees even. Many, so many young girls and lads perished that day. Grief and sorrow settled in the ruined village. The hero whilst had stood in another one - for arranging some good profit out of the apples crop. He put money for some more land to buy because he was going to marry the girl from his village and plant together with her plenty of apple-trees. Did he truly love apple-trees.
Certainly he dreamt of children, and of happy and long life. But on his return he found just grief and sorrow in his ruined village that had settled before. He knew that the girl he had wished to marry died with the tornado came. He found his house broken and one, only one blessed apple-tree to have survived. His rage and grief were so deep that he decided to find the tornado that ruined his life and speak his mind then (however thinking to offer it a battle). So he closed his half-ruined gates and went away. But an apple-tree, the only survivor among grief and death stood quite alone there. The hero went to the East and finally reached the place where all waters of Earth start in huge waves and waterspouts. And he called for the Element speaking out at most rudely. On such rude call the greatest waves arouse from the very bottom and made a huge and tremendous wall around him. But again the man challenged the Element saying: "Where is your Master, waters, answer? I am to battle with him here!", but the waters laughed at him so loudly that he nearly sank under their massive laughing waves. Then he saw the Master to be asked then: "What is the reason you are disturbing my depths, man? What do you need?". "All I need is justice and punishment", - the hero said, "and to ask why the vassal-scout of yours broke my house and my life to nothing? What have I done wrong? I am here to battle-to-death with you, and do you not beg for mercy because you would not meet any!". That was what the man said surrounded with huge and tremendous water walls. "Come down, man, - said the Master, you were so rude towards the one, whose mission you could not have comprehended for hundred of your incarnations. Not even ridiculous you are in rage and fuss and seeking for revenge upon the Elements' work, blessed not with Your word, but so poor you seem to me, that I can only let you go alive, because you shall not be a rival to me. But beware of my wrath arise again. You shall know that the Earth and Heavens' elements may be spoken to in at most respectful manner, at the least reason we are ages older than the race of men. Go in peace then and take care of those who love you. And now leave me along man especially since it was not me the Element working in the region you came from, but the sand-spout of the Earth element.
    Not a word the man uttered. He turned his back on the waters and left still full of rage and seeking for a battle. He decided to find the place where sand-storms start and did so. The same furiously he spoke out with the Desert Master and the same he sought for revenge. The Desert Master rose into most great sandy wall and again the man was told of his reckless and stupid behavior and that he was absolutely unaware of the true grounds for the events come into his life, he was told of his fuss and troublesome disturbance of the Earth Higher Elements. Again the Master, the Master of Desert avoided battling with the man but said instead: "Yes, it was the Spout-knight who was tasked to purify the space around the village you come from, but I would not announce the Universe laws, the laws of Earth Nature that were the basis for such disturbance. You only need to know that spouts are out of places where people keep pure in thoughts and deeds, but it comes to places overfull with the dirt your thoughts raise. These are the places for spouts to visit determined to put the life there in order and balance. Ponder over all heard and do you not ever disturb the Earth elements for nothing. But the man did not listen to the Master, he did not comprehend a word the Desert Master said. Again he called for revenge and cursed the forces of Nature that had destroyed his life. In response then the sandy waves raised one by one whirling around the man, and started tossing him wave to wave, spinning madly. His mouth, eyes, his ears and nose were clogged up with sand, and the man thought that was his death come. With that idea he broke into a sweat of fear and horror. He wanted to ask for mercy, but could not because his mouth was full with sand. The sandy wind tore his clothes off and covered all the body with biting sands, and like that it whirled the man in the death spout till the latter reached the very house of our hero.
    That is how the man directed the spout to his small village. Here the desert spout stroke it once again, however having spared the life of our fussy hero, and having thrown him onto his lands where the only apple-tree stood safe and sound. For long-long time the man laid naked on the ground. He laid and cried whether on his fortune to stay alive or on horror he went through. The spout went through all the village and overthrew some trees and ramshackle houses, and finally it left, but no one died. The naked man that had even gone half-grey with the fear suffered, he sprang to his feet and screamed: "I still cannot comprehend why did you, The Greatest Element of Earth, why have you wrecked my whole life, why took the girl I chose to marry, why destroyed my beautiful garden? How can I get it ever?". So the naked man kept screaming but no one answered him, the Heavens he addressed to kept silent since he showed unable to see the truth and possessed not a piece of resignation in his heart. Since he had gone away from people and shunned them entirely, he dismissed all earthly pleasures, left all his friends and avoided everybody. People in the village as well nursed malice against him since everybody saw the tornado whirl him hard, but his life left however. They named him "the magus" and "the gloomy man" and feared him and his house, they preferred to pass around both as plaque-bearing. Finally the hero was left overall - having no one to love him and no one him to love back, bearing no kindness or any concern in his heart. Like a dried tree he became because fear and hatred sheltered nicely in his heart.
    Whilst the naked man was dearly loved which he did not know however as well as that one pure soul suffers from the lack of his touch. The apple-tree that blossomed for him with every coming spring, and kept its beauty afterwards even in prejudice of its nature and the way of living, all aimed at only making its master happy. The tree was the only creature to inspire the gloomy man with all its devotion, with all beauty and care it could bare, with all its love. But did he not mention a piece of all he was granted by that wonderful tree. He watched and stood blind. He lived owing to the apple-tree love and was entirely unaware who helped him keep alive and who guarded him against total loneliness and against fearful life. He accepted its help but gave nothing back.
    So coming back to the noises, the gloomy man feared to death that people from the village came to murder and burgle, fully embittered, he staggered to the place where the noise came from.
    - Please do not leave, I beg you stay! - he heard next.
    - Oh, I'd love to but cannot bare it anymore... I gave all I had to make him happy, him to smile at least with the Sun rise, him to touch my lissome branches. It turned out I did not try my best, because he did not see it, did not feel anything. He does not gather the apples I give, does not hold me tight, does not water me even since the tornado has turned him back to me. It is nothing he sees, nothing he feels anymore, oh, my dearest master. So I came out of my life then, and have no strength to please him any longer. Would I stay, but I am finally exhausted without love and care. Even stones need love and crumble to nothing without it. What can I do then, dear when I am just a tree, that has lived for its master for so long, that can hardly be repeated by any.
    That was what the gloomy man heard and had to marvel at someone's incoherent muttering about love that enriched his living. He looked out of the window warily but saw nobody and nothing but an apple-tree, that noised with its leaves whilst there was no wind however, and an orach rampant hugely around his house, but nothing more. So the gloomy man closed the window and was already near to go to bed but again he heard the noise and voices. That was the orach begging the apple-tree to live, and offering its sap all just the beauty to stay alive, but in fact nothing could change things. Even stones starve for love and die without it. The last time the apple-tree spoke, sang with its lovely, crystal pure voice, full of divine grief and embracing love.
    - I shall leave for my brothers now, because the time came, and because I cannot please my dearest master with the beauty of my blooms, coming from my inside. So many years I have blossomed for him during all seasons, just to smooth his mournful heart. All people around wondered how could the magus have empowered the trees to blossom for so long. Oh, how could they know that it was me blooming for him regardless of all laws of Nature, storing so much water in my roots during winter as he did not give me any, and that I blossomed for him till my sources were not entirely exhausted. My roots rotted cause they kept dead water and are out of life for now. But I am not going to die like that, I am to stay alive and young, because I have put all vitality in a tiny seed of mine. Please cover it gently, my dear Friend. He would find it, he would find my gift for him kept in your leaves, all my Love and care inside, and he would plant the new apple-tree. My dear daughter-tree would bloom it's best, because I put all of my own inside the seed, all I had saved for long years of loving and waiting. I do believe he would find it.
    Then the voice disappeared, with the only orach rustling around the house. The gloomy man got nothing of all heard and left for bed complaining of prevented sleep. In the late morning he went out of the house and for the first time he had a look at the place where once his apple-tree stood. It was April - the best time to blossom, but what he saw was the bare dried tree with its branches look exactly like the life the gloomy man dragged, instead of the last night's Beauty with its leaves rustle. Here he got downright angry: "Such dreadful misfortune again in my life, a dried tree is the best I could ever get!" he thought. And he took the saw and the axe and the scrap iron, and chopped the apple-tree and extirpated its rotten roots, an after all he threw its dry and wet remains away.
    But then he fell finally empty in his heart. He knew no peace was it day or night. Something anguished him body and soul, but he could not reveal what caused that sudden emptiness. He suffered and languished till at one gusty autumn night he remembered the noise and voices heard once. Were these not on Earth the apple-tree and orach speak, he thought in horror. But his wounded heart again and again whispered that nothing is to bound Love, that every single creature may love devotedly, and all one needs is to believe and feel. All left to learn is to give the love back. Oh so bitterly the gloomy man cried when he first heard the voice of his heart. The pain it held could not be born anymore. In the dark night he took the lantern and rushed to find the seed the dying apple-tree once left for him, but what could he wind in a soggy grass, with the wind storming. He could not sleep that night and counted every single hour, begging the wind to calm down. When the dawn came, again he rushed to the tree, and sought violently within the orach leaves, but found nothing. Now he felt irreversibly, irrevocably lonely.
    However he managed not to mourn and curse his fate anymore. He lived with the memory the loving apple-tree left, and little by little his heart came back to life, because he learnt to love and give love back.
    After the time, in march, weeding his garden in its west, the hero saw a tiny tree. It was a small apple.


The 19th of February 2007
The 20th of February 2007

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