Showing posts with label room. Show all posts
Showing posts with label room. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2025

Parable: The Hospital Window.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band — he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”

Unknown author.

Friday, October 1, 2021

Literature. Part seventy nine.

                                     “Rumpelstiltskin” by the Brothers Grimm.

Once upon a time there was a miller. He was a poor man. Miller had a daughter. She was beautiful girl.

Miller said to the king that his daughter can spin straw into gold.

The next night, the miller’s daughter was to turn the straw into gold in the castle. She couldn’t do it.

Suddenly the girl saw a creature who looked like an imp in the room. He took the necklace from her and spun gold out of straw.

The king asked miller’s daughter once more to make gold out of straw during the night. This time the creature took the ring from her.

For the third time, the king asked the girl to spin gold from straw and decided to marry her.

The creature did all and asked for her future child.

When the queen gave birth to a child, she didn’t want to give it up. Then the creature offered to guess his name within three days.

The Queen sent messengers to find out his name. One of them said his name was Rumpelstiltskin.

The creature was so evil when the queen called his name that he tore himself up in anger.

Source of image:

https://www.shutterstock.com/es/image-illustration/rumpelstiltskin-evil-elf-talking-princess-ancient-279781028



Monday, November 2, 2020

Literature. Part sixty eight.

                                                                "Bluebeard" by Charles Perrault.

Bluebeard was a wealthy man. He was married several times. But all his wives disappeared somewhere.

Women were afraid of him. They didn't want to marry him.

One neighboring girl decided to marry Bluebeard.

He had many different rooms in his house.

After wedding Bluebeard left to another place.

He gave his wife the keys to all the rooms. There was a room in the house that she couldn't enter.

The young woman was very curios. She opened that room, too. She saw bodies of his previous wives. The key was magical and stained with blood.

Bluebeard knew about all. He became angry and wanted to kill his wife. But relatives saved the young woman.

This fairy tale was translated to many languages. There are different performances about this story.

Source of image:

https://www.shutterstock.com/ru/image-photo/france-circa-1983-stamp-printed-by-194222906




Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Tales from childhood: First we don’t appreciate things, then we feel regret about it.

Sometimes Sophie was a moody child. She didn’t value simple but important things around her.

On the windowsill little Sophie had a pot with flowers. Her grandmother bought it for Sophie, at the end of third grade. This plant was unusual for granny.

“Your flower had many green leaves and bright petals. But color of it is pink,” grandmother said to Sophie.

“This is a simple plant. My flower requires a lot of troubles. Similar weeds grow in the garden, too.” little Sophie said with a smirk.

But the home flower gave a wonderful aroma. Sophie’s granny regularly watered it. Sophie didn’t like this deal. She was afraid to pour water on the carpet.

Also, Sophie thought that the beautiful flower has more problems than it was worth. The petals often fell on the windowsill and carpet.

“Oh! Today my room is full of garbage again!” Sophie wailed when she found pink petal or green stalk from her flower.

Despite this, somewhere deep down Sophie loved this flower.

After watering the ground in the pot became wet. Then little Sophie felt the smell of nature. It smelled like a light summer air.

But unfortunately flower wilted. Sophie and her grandmother tried to save their plant. They transplanted flower. It didn’t help. In Sophie’s room there was no longer a pleasant aroma and a beautiful plant.

Just now she did realize how was important the flower was for her. Sophie had a simple windowsill. Lacking only aroma and beauty.

“I miss my flower!” Sophie thought.

Now little Sophie tried to value things which were near.

Source of image:

https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/colorful-cyclamen-flowers-rectangular-pot-isolated-720392536

Colorful  cyclamen flowers in rectangular pot isolated on white