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Even a sympathetic look. And indifference kills. There is a proverb: “It is better to give a fishing rod than a fish.” The fishing rod is good, but if there is no river nearby or...
... or a person doesn’t know how to fish, then what? In my opinion, sometimes to get to...
... to the river, you also need strength and fish won’t hurt either. And then the fishing rod will come in handy. "Mercy...


In the town of Tsang, King Wen-wan met an unusual fisherman who was fishing with a fishing rod, but as if he wasn’t fishing at all: he simply held the fishing rod in his hand, as if not noticing it. Wen-wan wanted...


They didn't even give me a fish, just a small fish, instead of teaching how to catch fish. There are always different ways. You can teach a person to be strong...


What happens if you look at the famous parable about the fish and the fishing rod in this way? It turns out that the cruel man did not give the suffering fish...
... fish! :)) The value of parables, and this site, in my opinion, is...


And they believed that they thereby helped the person (I hope you remember the parable about the fish and the fishing rod), and therefore they were good and spiritual people...


A certain pious bishop saw in a dream a young man who was catching fish from icy water with a golden fishing rod and a silver rod. And with this fishing rod the young man pulled a certain dean’s woman out of the water. This...
... that the soul of that woman, through the prayer of her son, was delivered from torment: with a golden fishing rod - the Lord’s prayer “Our Father”, and with a silver fishing rod - Psalm 50 “Have mercy...


One day I met a well-fed hungry man and asked: “Brother, what happened to you?” “I haven’t eaten for a whole week,” the man answered. - Tell me, how did you get to this point? - I was so stupid that I wanted to get rich...
...then a wise thought is that the best help is to give a person a fishing rod and teach him to fish than to feed him daily. So he...
... he did just that - he went and bought the most expensive fishing rod and began to teach the poor fellow to fish. By evening they are so...
...to that pond to read sermons to them and teach them how to fish. But few people went to study with him, because most...


The son of the ruler of the inheritance, Ren, made a huge hook and a thick black line, baited five dozen gobies for bait, sat down on Mount Kuiji and cast his fishing rod into the Eastern Sea. So he fished for a day...
... during the day, but for the whole year I haven’t caught a single fish. Finally, some giant fish swallowed the bait, dragged the hook onto...
... the creatures were frightened by the thunder, as if emitted by divine forces. Having caught this fish, Prince Ren cut it, dried it and fed it to everyone who lived...
... If you take a bamboo stick and a thin fishing line and go fishing to a roadside ditch, you will not get a giant fish, but perhaps...


Throw a fishing rod into a pond and catch some fish, he understands more than someone who has studied fishing all his life, but...


One evening the Teacher was walking along the river bank and saw an old man sitting with a fishing rod and looking at the float. The teacher stood behind the old man for about an hour and noticed that during this time he had not caught anything...
... one fish. The old man turned around and looked at the Teacher with interest: - Don’t you...
... once, and for this there is no need to sit here with a fishing rod! The teacher thought for a while and suggested: - Boredom...
... during this time the old man never pulled out a single fish. The teacher shrugged his shoulders and said quietly: “Are you fishing?!” AND...


Jiang Ziya, also nicknamed Jiang Tangun, left the capital and settled on the banks of the Wei River, a large tributary of the Yellow River. This area was under the rule of Ji Chang from the Zhou clan, an enemy...
... advisors. To attract Ji Chang's attention, Jiang Ziya began fishing in the Wei River. But he fished in a completely unusual way. His...
... held the hook a good three feet from the water, raised the rod high into the sky and loudly uttered the phrase: “A fish that has had enough...
... must grab the hook herself.” Ji Chang soon heard about this rare method of fishing. He found this fisherman to be funny...


Understand. Anyone who studies fishing does not have to deal with fishing rods - from the office he can manage fishing with ships with trawls...


One day two men from the village gathered to go fishing. It was summer. The day is hot and sunny. They boarded the raft, reached the middle of the lake and cast out their fishing rods. They sit and wait for the fish to bite. Hot. ...
...fishing. Fishing has already become unbearable. And as soon as the fish splashes on the water, they only lick their dry lips. - Drink! - again...
... my mouth is dry, my tongue won’t move. “Now,” says the first, “I don’t even need fish, just to find a sip of water.” And the second one is only...


And this has happened more than once!) “There is no point in giving fish. You need to give a fishing rod.” You don't think they can do it on their own...


Children are not easy anyway. There is a proverb: “It is better to give a fishing rod than a fish.” On the other hand, a person does not always have...
... I have the strength to reach the river with a fishing rod. It's a thousand times easier to go with the flow...

Once upon a time, there lived two brothers. One was a fisherman, he caught fish, sold it at the market and lived well. The second brother was a farm laborer. He worked a lot and hard, but could not make ends meet. Finally, exhausted and seeing the hardships of his family, the farm laborer decided to go to his fisherman brother and ask for money.

“Hello brother, I didn’t come to you from an easy life! Please, help, you are my brother! My children don’t go to school, they have nothing to buy notebooks and pencils with! My wife can't leave the house because her clothes are worn out! Our hut is all lopsided and is about to collapse! We haven’t eaten anything for three days, and there’s still no work!” - said the farmhand and began to cry. The fisherman took pity and gave the farm laborer fish and money so that he could improve his affairs.

A couple of months passed, and again the farmhand came to the fisherman asking for help. And again the fisherman helped his brother. The next time, a farm laborer came a month later, with a prayer for salvation. But the fisherman answered him:

“Come on, I’ll give you a fishing rod and teach you how to fish!”

Discoveries:

If you need help, signal.

When does the moment come when it is time to “open” the cell? (A cell is being built).

Provocation: the elephant (“I”) is invited to my aunt’s house (also in a cage). Living life in a cage “in your own skin.” In fact, it was just a dream, although perhaps prophetic.

The turtle (daughter), while in a cage, also falls into suspended animation, just like an elephant in a nightmare. What to do? - Wake up, remove the cage.

How to recover from suspended animation? Maybe wait until spring. Freedom and responsibility.

Praise result labor.

The myth about Psyche.

Psyche - in ancient mythology - a simple mortal girl, endowed with beauty, beloved of the god of love Eros (Cupid), who was granted immortality.

Well, now the story itself is based on Apuleius and his Metamorphoses.

In a certain country there lived a king and a queen. They had three beautiful daughters, and the youngest, Psyche, was so beautiful that she surpassed Venus herself in beauty.

People revere her like Venus herself, abandoning the old sanctuaries of the goddess.

Venus was annoyed with the mortal beauty and decided to punish her severely.

Venus, rightly indignant, “now called to her the son of her winged, extremely impudent boy, who, in his malice, neglecting the social order, armed with arrows and a torch, runs at night through other people’s houses, dissolving marriages everywhere, and, committing such crimes with impunity, is decidedly good.” does nothing. Due to the natural depravity of the unbridled, she also excites him with words, takes him to that city and... shows “the girl, urging him to make Psyche fall in love with the most insignificant of people and be unhappy with him all her life. ". Cupid flew to carry out his mother's orders, but everything did not turn out the way Venus wanted. Seeing Psyche, Cupid was struck by her beauty, and the beautiful princess, without suspecting it, stung the god of love himself with love. Cupid decided that the beauty should become his wife, and began to discourage all suitors from her.

The king and queen were perplexed: the two eldest daughters had already been successfully married, but Psyche, despite her beauty, still lived in her parents’ house and not a single groom had wooed her.

The king turned to the oracle, and the oracle announced (of course, at the instigation of Cupid) that the princess was destined for an unusual fate.

The oracle said that her husband would not be a man, but someone winged, scorching with fire, the threat of the gods and even Styx. He ordered that Psyche be dressed in a wedding dress, taken to a high mountain and left there awaiting the unknown husband destined for her.

The king and queen grieved for a long time, but they did not dare to disobey the will of the gods and did everything as the oracle ordered.

Unhappy Psyche in her wedding dress found herself alone on the top of the mountain. She looked around in horror, expecting that some monster was about to appear.

But suddenly a light, gentle Zephyr breeze flew in, picked up Psyche, carried her from the inhospitable rock to a green valley and lowered her onto the silky grass.

A shady grove grew nearby, and among the trees stood a white marble palace. Seeing that nothing bad had happened to her so far, the princess perked up and wanted to take a closer look at the palace. The doors opened of their own accord in front of her, and the princess, timidly, went inside.

Psyche had never seen such luxury before. The walls shone with gold and silver, the ceiling was made of ivory, and the floor, which she trampled under her feet, was made of precious stones.

Suddenly, a friendly voice was heard from somewhere: “Hello, princess! Be the mistress here.”

Psyche walked around the palace all day, but was never able to explore all its rooms. Invisible servants accompanied the princess, fulfilling her every desire, as soon as she had time to think about it.

In the evening, tired, Psyche went to bed, and under the cover of darkness Cupid came down to her bed. Psyche did not see, but only felt her unknown husband, but, nevertheless, she fell in love with him dearly. In the morning, before it was dawn, Cupid left, only to come again when it got dark.

Cupid, unable to see his beloved wife in sadness, said: “I will fulfill your wish. See your sisters, but be careful - they can give you bad advice.”

He sent Zephyrs for Psyche's sisters, and they carried them on their wings to the palace.

Coming to their senses after traveling by air and seeing that their younger sister was alive and well, the sisters were very happy. But when Psyche told them how happy she was, walked around the palace and showed her wealth, envy awoke in their hearts.

When the sisters began to ask her about her husband, the simple-minded Psyche replied that her husband was kind and affectionate, and, apparently, young and handsome, although she could not say this for sure, because he visits her only under cover of darkness.

Here the sisters were filled with even greater envy, since one of them had a husband who was old and bald as a pumpkin, while the other’s was crooked from rheumatism and constantly smeared himself with stinking ointment.

Returning home, the sisters did not even tell their parents that Psyche was alive, and they drew up an insidious plan to ruin her happiness.

Soon Psyche again wanted to see her sisters, and they, like the last time, flew to visit her on the wings of the Zephyrs.

Seeing Psyche, the sisters portrayed feigned grief on their faces and exclaimed: “Oh, unfortunate one! Your husband is a disgusting and evil snake. The local farmers have more than once seen him crawling on his belly across the river and hiding in your palace. Beware! One day he will bite you - and you will die a terrible death! And they both began to sob loudly.

Frightened and confused, Psyche asked: “What should I do?”

The sisters said: “Hide a sharp knife under your bed, and when your husband comes to you tonight, kill him.”

The treacherous sisters returned home, leaving Psyche in fear and sadness.

After thinking about it, she doubted the sisters’ words and decided, before killing her husband, to look at him to make sure that he really was a snake. She filled the lamp with oil and hid it near the bed.

At night, Cupid, as usual, came to Psyche’s bed. When he fell asleep, Psyche slowly got up, lit the lamp and, frozen with horror, looked at her husband. Imagine her amazement and joy when, instead of the disgusting snake, she saw the golden-haired god of love. Having accidentally been pricked by Cupid's arrow, Psyche was inflamed with even greater love for God, however, Psyche's hand trembled, the lamp tilted, and a drop of hot oil fell on the sleeping man's shoulder.

Cupid immediately woke up. Seeing Psyche with a lamp in her hands, he exclaimed in anger and grief:

“After all, I, the most simple-minded Psyche, contrary to the command of my mother Venus, who ordered to instill in you a passion for the most pitiful, the last of mortals and doom you to a wretched marriage, I myself chose to fly to you as a lover. I know that I acted frivolously, but, the famous shooter , I wounded myself with my own weapon and made you my wife so that you would consider me a monster and want to cut off my head with a razor because it contains these eyes that are in love with you. I have always urged you to beware. , always persuaded in a friendly manner. Your respectable advisers will immediately answer me for their disastrous invention, but I will punish you only with my disappearance,” he said, stopping in the garden, and flew away.

The unfortunate Psyche was left alone, crying bitterly and cursing her gullibility.

She tried to drown herself, but the river, not wanting to quarrel with the god of love, rejected her body. Seeing her, tearful and exhausted, Pan advised her not to kill herself, but to pray to Cupid, and although such advice was almost absurd, Psyche decided to find a husband at all costs.

Having reached the nearest city, in which her sister was the queen, Psyche went to her and told her that the light of the lamp had revealed to her that Cupid himself was her husband, but that he woke up and drove her out, declaring that he preferred her sister (and Psyche called Name). The enthusiastic sister immediately boarded the ship, sailed to the cliff from where Zephyr had previously carried her to Cupid’s palace and, without waiting for the wind, jumped off the cliff.

Meanwhile, Psyche reached the city where her second sister lived and told her the same story as the first; and this envious woman crashed in the same way. So, she moved from one city to another in search of her lover.

Cupid, meanwhile, flew to the palace of his mother Venus. His burned shoulder hurt badly, he moaned and complained loudly.

The efficient seagull, who learned about this, hurried to Venus and told her about her son’s illness and that people no longer fall in love or get married, and that they scold the idlers Venus and Cupid for this. The seagull also did not forget to mention Psyche, whom Cupid made his beloved contrary to his mother’s orders.

Venus was angry with her son, who dared to marry the one she wished harm without her knowledge, but the goddess was even more angry with Psyche. Venus strictly forbade gods and people to help the unfortunate woman, to give her shelter and consolation, and began to search for the “runaway servant.”

Venus appears to Jupiter in a chariot drawn by birds and demands that Mercury be given to her. Mercury announces everywhere that the one who “returns from hiding or can indicate the place where the fugitive, the royal daughter, the servant of Venus, named Psyche, is hiding,” will receive as a reward from Venus “seven sweet kisses and another most honeyed one with a gentle touch of the tongue.” "

But Psyche is ready to bow to her mother-in-law herself in order to soften her anger and find a husband.

Psyche wandered for a long time, rejected by everyone, and finally came to the palace of Venus.

At the gate, Habit, Care and Dejection greet her with abuse, beat her with whips, Venus mocks her and refuses to recognize Psyche as her daughter-in-law and herself as the grandmother of the unborn child. She tears Psyche's dress, pulls her hair and asks her impossible tasks. Promising not to allow Psyche to give birth, she mixed rye, barley, millet, poppy seeds, peas, lentils, beans and told Psyche to sort it all out in a day.

Psyche began to cry, not daring to even begin this endless work.

However, the ants took pity on Psyche, and when Venus returned from the feast, the work was already done.

The next morning, Venus ordered Psyche to bring a tuft of wool from the golden fleece rams that were grazing in the meadow. The girl obediently went, but only to drown herself in the nearest river, along the banks of which reeds grew. One reed took pity on the girl and said: “Psyche, look, don’t get close to the terrible sheep at this hour: when the heat of the sun burns them, they are usually attacked by wild rage... When in the afternoon the sun’s heat subsides and the pleasant coolness of the river calms the flock , then... you will find golden wool stuck everywhere among the intertwined branches - you just have to shake the foliage of the neighboring trees."

Psyche listened to the advice and brought Venus an armful of golden wool.

The angry goddess did not hesitate to give the next task. This time Psyche needed to fill a vessel with water from a source gushing at the top of a steep cliff. When Psyche, holding a crystal vessel in her hands, stood at the foot of the rock and looked with despair at the impregnable peak, an eagle flew past. He picked up the crystal vessel and, rising on his wings to the top of the rock, scooped up water from the source.

Frustrated, Venus came up with a new task: she ordered Psyche to go down underground into the kingdom of death, ask its mistress Proserpina for a casket of beauty and, without opening it, bring it to Venus.

The miserable Psyche thought that it was easier to die than to complete this task. She climbed a high tower to throw herself down and put an end to her torment. Her grief was so great that the cold stones from which the tower was built took pity on her. They spoke and showed Psyche the way to the underworld, teaching her to bribe the ferryman across the river separating the world of the living from the world of the dead with two coins and appeasing the dog guarding the entrance to the underworld with two pieces of bread. The stones of the tower also warned: do not even think about opening the jar that is in your hands or looking into it, do not show curiosity about the treasures of divine beauty hidden in it. Having done everything as the tower advised, Psyche received a jar from Proserpina. She remembered that she shouldn't look into it, but she couldn't control her curiosity. As soon as she emerged from the underground kingdom into the light, she opened the lid.

The casket contained a dream of the underworld, similar to death. He enveloped Psyche in black fog, she fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Cupid's burned shoulder healed, and along with the pain, his anger towards Psyche passed away. He found her, immersed in an enchanted sleep, and woke her with a kiss. Psyche told her husband how cruelly Venus oppresses her, and Cupid promised that from now on this would come to an end. “But for now, diligently carry out the assignment that my mother gave you with her order, and I will take care of the rest,” said Cupid and flew away again.

He flew to Jupiter himself and began to ask him to establish peace between his mother and wife.

Jupiter called Venus and said to her: “Oh, most beautiful! Do not complain that your son chose not a goddess, but a mortal as his wife. I will give her immortality, and she will be equal to the gods.” He filled the goblet with ambrosia - the drink of the gods - and gave it to Psyche to drink.

Psyche became immortal, like her husband. The gods sang praises to her beauty and good disposition, Venus had to humble herself and recognize Psyche as her daughter-in-law.

Soon Cupid and Psyche had a daughter, whose name is Pleasure.

The love story of Cupid and Psyche served as the basis for many works of art - sculptures, paintings, poems and plays. In European literature, the most famous adaptation of this plot is the poetic story of the 17th century French poet J. Lafontaine. Russian poet of the 18th century I.F. Bogdanovich also created a poem about Cupid and Psyche. He called his poem “Darling”, literally and at the same time very figuratively translating the name “Psyche” into Russian.

It is proposed to rebuild the picture: “The harmonious state of a harmonious family” (A space where everyone feels good).

In the house, in the family, when everyone gathers, two questions should be asked of everyone:

1. What is new and good in life?

2. What is new and “shitty” in life?

3. We think together, solve family problems (brainstorming).

To be continued…

(Tale from the life of ancient Chinese sages)

Once upon a time, there lived in China an ancient philosopher named Fuflusius. And he learned a lot of things in this world, but one day rumors reached him that somewhere in the mountains of Tibet there lived an even wiser old man than himself. And it’s as if this Kick-Ass sage knows the most important secrets and possesses the most intimate knowledge. Fufluzius collected more money and moved to distant lands to find this old man, learn from him and become an even greater philosopher.

Here Fufluziy walks along a large river and sees a very thin man sitting on its bank, chewing grass. Apparently, he was so thin from hunger... The philosopher wanted to give the man a fish, but he remembered the ancient folk wisdom: if you want to help a hungry person, give him not a fish, give him a fishing rod.

And then the philosopher gave the hungry man a fishing rod, a handful of hooks, floats, bait and began to teach him to fish.

The thin man listened and listened and said:
- Listen, Fufluziy, there have never been any fish in this river, only toads. Why the hell should I soar my brains with your fishing rod, I’m hungry!
There is nothing to do: Fufluzius gave the hungry man a large fish and moved on...

He walks along the forest edge, sees - near the road, leaning against a tree, a very skinny man is sitting, rubbing a rope with soap. The poor fellow can barely move, asking for food. The philosopher decided to give the skinny smoked chicken, but again he remembered the same wisdom: if you want to help the hungry, give him not a bird, give him a bow and arrows.

So he did. He made a bow and arrows out of trees and began to teach the skinny man how to pull the bowstring, how to aim at the prey, and how much lead to give when shooting. The skinny man listened to this, rolling his eyes, and then said:

- Listen, Fufluziy, don’t you see that birds don’t fly here? And it’s hard for me to chase them through forests and valleys. Better give me something to eat.
- Maybe then you’ll take a fishing rod? - asked the sage. - There is no need to run around with a fishing rod. Sit and catch yourself...
The skinny one laughed:
- Fool, you are a fool, Fufluziy. Where do fish come from in the forest?
“Indeed, a logically correct conclusion,” the philosopher agreed. And he gave the skinny man a whole smoked chicken, poured ketchup on it and moved on...

He walks through a wide field and sees a goner lying on the ground with his head on a roadside stone. The poor fellow is in a very bad situation; he will die of hunger in no time. Fufluzius decided to give the unfortunate man bread, pizza and cakes, but again that proverb popped up in his brain: if you want to help a hungry person, give him not bread and cakes, but give him a plow, a sickle, a mill and a baking oven.

The philosopher began to cut out all these devices from scrap materials with a knife and, in the process, teach the goner how to use these things. The goner listened to this, listened, and said:

Wait, Fufluziy, there is a small nuance: who will carry the plow? Are you going to carry it? And there’s no time to wait for the harvest, I’ll die early. Better give me something to eat.

The philosopher thought a little and found the goner’s arguments to be very weighty and logically convincing.
- I suppose you don’t need a fishing rod and a bow and arrows either?..
- Why, why! - the goner protested, - Leave everything! I will sell this and eat well for a whole year.
- What next? - asked Fufluziy.
- And then everything is in the hands of the Lord... Maybe he will send me another sage...

Fufluziy did not object. He left all his work supplies, placed bread, rolls, cakes and instant noodles in front of the unfortunate man, waved his hand and moved on...

The village appeared in the distance. The philosopher came closer, saw a woman standing at the gate, winking at him, lifting the hem of her skirt and asking:
- Doesn’t the handsome young man want to have fun?
“Apparently the woman is hungry,” Fufluzius decided. But then I remembered: if you want to help a hungry woman, don’t give her a client, give her a good husband. A kind husband is the best fishing rod for a woman’s hands. He began to ask her what kind of men she liked. And she answers him:
- Eh, there are no real men now, there are no more knights! What remained were either goats or quitters, poverty and impotence. I would marry you: you are a prominent man, learned, not poor, hard-working and kind, it’s immediately obvious.

Fufluzius was embarrassed and refused to marry under the pretext that he was seeking, they say, great wisdom and secret knowledge. Before that, you couldn’t marry him! 😦
- What kind of fishing rod do you use? - asks the woman.
- I teach wisdom.
- And do they pay a lot?
- Few. 😦 Few people need wisdom. Everyone wants wealth.
- So stop floating your brains with this wisdom, get involved in some business, for example, electronic business or Forex.
Fufluziy did not argue, gave the hungry woman a leather whip for sadomasochism, drove up a dozen clients and hurried to his goal...

And finally, far in the mountains, he found the dwelling of the one he was looking for.

The kick-ass sage asks him:
- What did you come with, stranger?
- Yes, I was tormented by intellectual hunger. I’ve already learned a lot of things, but I still want even more. 😦 Let me learn wisdom from you so that I can become even smarter.
- Yes, you are a glutton! - the sage Kick-Ass laughed. - This is very, very commendable! However, the hunger for knowledge, unlike the physical one, is difficult to satisfy. For this reason, I am in nirvana almost all the time... Do you, Fufluzius, know the ancient wisdom about the hungry, the fish and the fishing rod?
- Yes I know.
- Well, then the flag is in your hands! If you want to help a smart person, don't force him to go to school, give him wise books.

And Kick-Ass the Sage gave Fufluzius a whole library of ancient manuscripts, half of which were written in Atlantis.

However, instead of answering, a cold mountain wind blew and whistled, the Kick-Ass sage disappeared into the air, only a stream of smoke stretched down into the valley. Apparently, he plunged into nirvana again...

There was nothing to do, Fufluzius loaded the rotten wisdom of centuries onto his back and set off back on his way.

It took him a long time to get home, he wore out his shoes, wore out his clothes, and tore his back. He walked, barely dragging his feet, and kept repeating:
- If you want to help a hungry person, give him not a fishing rod, give him a fish...
- Don’t give him a fishing rod, give him a fish...
- Don’t give me a fishing rod, give me a fish...
- Give me the fish... 😥

This is where the fairy tale ends, and whoever listened - well done!

P.S.

- Tetcorax, why do you need so many fishing rods in your office? Are you interested in fishing?
- No. I give fishing rods to those who ask for a salary increase.

A fishing rod is a stick with a hook on one end and a fool on the other. (William Hazlitt)

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