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Parables are short and entertaining stories that express the experiences of many generations of lives. Parables about love have always been especially popular. And no wonder - these meaningful stories can teach you a lot. And the right relationship with your partner too.

After all, love is a great power. She is able to create and destroy, inspire and deprive of strength, give insight and deprive of reason, believe and be jealous, perform feats and push to betrayal, give and take, forgive and take revenge, idolize and hate. So you need to be able to handle love. And instructive parables about love will help with this.

Where else can one find wisdom if not in time-tested stories? We hope that short stories about love will answer many of your questions and teach harmony. After all, we are all born to love and be loved.

A parable about love, wealth and health

One day a woman went out onto the porch of her house and saw three old men with long white beards in the yard. “You must be hungry. Please come into the house and eat,” suggested the kind woman. “We can’t go into the house together,” they replied. “Why?” the hostess of the house was surprised. One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said, pointing to one of his friends, “His name is Health,” he pointed to the second, “And my name is Love,” the traveler introduced himself. Then he added: “Now go home and talk to your husband about which of us you want to see as your guest.” The woman went and told her husband what she had heard. Her husband was very happy. “How good!” he said. “If we have to make a choice, let’s invite Wealth. Let him come in and fill our house with wealth!” His wife objected: “Darling, why don’t we invite Health?” Their daughter listened to everything while sitting in the corner. She ran up to them with her proposal: “Why don’t we invite Love? After all, then love will reign in our house!” “Let’s agree with our girl,” the husband said to his wife, “Go and ask Love to become our guest.” The woman came out and asked the three old men: “Which one of you is Love? Come into the house and be our guest." An old man named Lyubov walked in the direction of the house. The other two old men followed him. The surprised woman asked Wealth and Health: “I only invited Love, why are you coming?” The old men replied: “If you had invited Wealth or Health, the other two of us would have remained on the street, but since you invited Love, where it goes, we always follow it. Where there is Love, there is always Wealth and Health.”

A parable about love and happiness

-Where does love go? - Little happiness asked his father. “She’s dying,” answered the father. People, son, don't take care of what they have. They just don't know how to love! Little happiness thought: I’ll grow up big and start helping people! Years passed. Happiness has grown and become greater. It remembered its promise and tried its best to help people, but people did not hear it. And gradually Happiness began to turn from big into small and stunted. It was very afraid that it might disappear completely, and it set off on a long journey to find a cure for its illness. How long did Happiness walk for a short time, not meeting anyone on his way, only he became completely ill. And it stopped to rest. He chose a spreading tree and lay down. I had just dozed off when I heard footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes and saw: a decrepit old woman was walking through the forest, all in rags, barefoot and with a staff. Happiness rushed to her: “Have a seat.” You're probably tired. You need to rest and refresh yourself. The old woman’s legs gave way and she literally collapsed into the grass. Having rested a little, the wanderer told Happiness her story: “It’s a shame when you are considered so decrepit, but I’m still so young, and my name is Love!” - So you are Lyubov?! Happiness was amazed. But they told me that love is the most beautiful thing in the world! Love looked at him carefully and asked: “What’s your name?” - Happiness. - Is that so? I was also told that Happiness should be beautiful. And with these words she took out a mirror from her rags. Happiness, looking at her reflection, began to cry loudly. Love sat down next to him and gently hugged him with her hand. - What did these evil people and fate do to us? - Happiness sobbed. “Nothing,” said Love, “If we stay together and take care of each other, we will quickly become young and beautiful.” And under that spreading tree, Love and Happiness entered into their alliance to never be separated. Since then, if Love leaves someone’s life, Happiness goes with it; they cannot be separated. And people still can’t understand this...

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- Am I already dead? - The man asked. “Yeah,” Demiurge nodded, without looking up from studying a thick, impressive book. “He died.” Undoubtedly.

The man shifted unsteadily from foot to foot. - So what now? Demiurge glanced at him quickly and buried himself in the book again. “Now you go there,” he pointed his finger at the inconspicuous door without looking. “Or there,” his finger turned towards another, exactly the same door. “What’s there?” the man asked. “Hell,” answered Demiurge. “Or heaven.” According to circumstances.

The man stood indecisively, looking from one door to another. - A-ah... which one should I wear? - Don’t you know yourself? — he raised his eyebrow slightly. “Well,” the man hesitated. “You never know.” Where am I supposed to be, according to my deeds... - Hmm! - Demiurge laid the book with his finger and finally looked straight at the man. - According to his deeds, then? - Well, yes, but what else? “Okay, okay,” Demiurge opened the book closer to the beginning and began to read aloud. “It says here that at the age of twelve you took an old woman across the road.” It was so? “It was,” the man nodded. - Is this a good deed or a bad one? - Kind, of course! “Now let’s see...” Demiurge turned the page, “five minutes later this old woman was run over by a tram on another street.” If you hadn’t helped her, they would have missed each other, and the old lady would have lived another ten years. Well, how?

The man blinked in shock. “Or so,” Demiurge opened the book in another place. “At the age of twenty-three, you and a group of comrades participated in the brutal beating of another group of comrades.” “They were the first to climb!” the man raised his head. “It’s written differently here,” he objected. “And, by the way, being intoxicated is not a mitigating factor.” In general, you broke two fingers and a nose of a seventeen-year-old teenager for no reason. Is it good or bad? The man remained silent. — After that, the guy could no longer play the violin, but he showed great promise. You ruined his career. “I accidentally,” muttered the man. “Of course,” Demiurge nodded. “By the way, the boy hated this violin since childhood.” After your meeting, he decided to take up boxing in order to be able to stand up for himself, and over time he became a world champion. Shall we continue?

Demiurge turned a few more pages. — Is rape good or bad? - But I... - This child became a wonderful doctor and saved hundreds of lives. Good or bad? - Well, probably... - Among these lives there was also one belonging to a murderous maniac. Bad or good? - But... - And a murderous maniac will soon kill a pregnant woman who could become the mother of a great scientist! Fine? Badly? - But... - This great scientist, if he had been allowed to be born, should have invented a bomb capable of burning out half the continent. Badly? Or good? “But I couldn’t know all this!” the man shouted. “Of course,” he agreed. “Or, for example, on page 246, you stepped on a butterfly!” - And what came of this?! Demiurge silently turned the book towards the man and pointed with his finger. The man read, and the hair on his head began to move. “What a nightmare,” he whispered. “But if you hadn’t crushed it, this would have happened,” God pointed his finger at another paragraph. The man looked and swallowed convulsively. - So... I saved the world? “Yes, four times,” Demiurge confirmed. “Crushing a butterfly, pushing an old man, betraying a comrade and stealing grandma’s wallet.” Each time the world was on the brink of disaster, but through your efforts it pulled out. - A-ah... - the man hesitated for a second. - But on the brink of this very catastrophe... him too?.. - You, you, don’t doubt it. Twice. When I fed a homeless kitten and when I saved a drowning man. The man's knees gave way and he sat down on the floor. “I don’t understand anything,” he sobbed. “Everything I’ve done in my life... what I was proud of and what I was ashamed of... everything is the other way around, inside out, everything is not what it seems!” “That’s why it would be completely wrong to judge you by your deeds,” Demiurge said admonishingly. “Unless by intentions... but here you are your own judge.”

He slammed the book shut and put it in the closet, among other similar books. - In general, when you decide where you want to go, go to the chosen door. And I still have my fill of things to do. The man raised his tear-stained face. “But I don’t know which one is for hell and which one is heaven.” “And it depends on what you choose,” answered Demiurge.

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The Parable of the Best Wife

One day, two sailors set off on a journey around the world to find their destiny. They sailed to an island where the leader of one of the tribes had two daughters. The eldest is beautiful, but the youngest is not so much. One of the sailors said to his friend: “That’s it, I’ve found my happiness, I’ll stay here and marry the leader’s daughter.” “Yes, you’re right, the leader’s eldest daughter is beautiful and smart.” You made the right choice - get married. - You didn’t understand me, friend! I will marry the chief's youngest daughter. - Are you crazy? She's so... not really. - This is my decision, and I will do it. The friend sailed further in search of his happiness, and the groom went to get married. It must be said that it was customary in the tribe to give a ransom for the bride in cows. A good bride cost ten cows. He drove ten cows and approached the leader. - Leader, I want to marry your daughter and I’ll give ten cows for her! - It's a good choice. My eldest daughter is beautiful, smart, and worth ten cows. I agree. - No, leader, you don’t understand. I want to marry your youngest daughter. - Are you joking? Don't you see, she's so... not very good. - I want to marry her. - Okay, but as an honest person I can’t take ten cows, she’s not worth it. I'll take three cows for her, no more. - No, I want to pay exactly ten cows. They merried. Several years passed, and the wandering friend, already on his ship, decided to visit his remaining comrade and find out how his life was. He arrived, walked along the shore, and was met by a woman of unearthly beauty. He asked her how to find his friend. She showed. He comes and sees: his friend is sitting, kids are running around. - How are you? - I'm happy. Then that same beautiful woman comes in. - Here, meet me. This is my wife. - How? Did you get married again? - No, it's still the same woman. - But how did it happen that she changed so much? - And you ask her yourself. A friend approached the woman and asked: “Sorry for the tactlessness, but I remember what you were like... not very much.” What happened to make you so beautiful? “It’s just that one day I realized that I was worth ten cows.”

What you order is what you get...

An irritated woman rides on a trolleybus and thinks: “Passengers are boors and rude people.” The husband is a drunken bastard. Children are losers and hooligans. And I am so poor and unhappy...

Behind her stands a guardian angel with a notepad and writes everything down point by point: 1. Passengers are boors and rude people. 2. The husband is a drunken brute... etc.

Then I reread it and thought: “And why does she need this?” But if he orders it, we will fulfill it...

Parable about the best husband

One day a woman came to the priest and said: “You married me and my husband two years ago.” Now separate us. I don't want to live with him anymore. “What is the reason for your desire to get a divorce?” asked the priest. The woman explained this: “Everyone’s husband returns home on time, but my husband is constantly delayed.” Because of this, there are scandals at home every day. The priest, surprised, asks: “Is this the only reason?” “Yes, I don’t want to live with a person who has such a disadvantage,” the woman answered. - I will divorce you, but on one condition. Come home, bake some big delicious bread and bring it to me. But when you bake bread, don’t take anything from the house; ask your neighbors for salt, water, and flour. “And be sure to explain to them the reason for your request,” said the priest. This woman went home and, without delay, got down to business. She went to her neighbor and said: “Oh, Maria, lend me a glass of water.” — Have you run out of water? Isn't there a well dug in the yard? “There is water, but I went to the priest to complain about my husband and asked him to divorce us,” that woman explained, and as soon as she finished, the neighbor sighed: “Oh, if you only knew what kind of husband I have!” - and began to complain about her husband. Afterwards the woman went to her neighbor Asya to ask for salt. “You’ve run out of salt, are you asking for just one spoon?” “There is salt, but I complained to the priest about my husband, asked for a divorce,” says that woman, and before she had time to finish, the neighbor exclaimed: “Oh, if you only knew what kind of husband I have!” - and began to complain about her husband. So, no matter who this woman went to to ask, she heard complaints from everyone about their husbands. Finally, she baked a large, delicious bread, brought it to the priest and gave it to her with the words: “Thank you, taste my work with your family.” Just don’t think about divorcing me and my husband. - Why, what happened, daughter? - asked the priest. “My husband, it turns out, is the best,” the woman answered him.

Bread with butter. Family parable

The husband and wife lived together for thirty years. On the day of their thirtieth anniversary of marriage, the wife, as usual, baked a small loaf of bread - she baked it every morning. At breakfast, she cut the bread lengthwise, buttered both halves and, as usual, prepared to give the top half to her husband. But halfway her hand stopped... She thought: “On the day of our thirtieth anniversary, I want to eat the top part of the loaf myself. I dreamed about this for thirty years and deserved the top half: I was an exemplary wife, raised wonderful sons, kept the house in perfect order.” And she handed the bottom part of the loaf to her husband. She had never allowed herself to do this in all the thirty years of their life together. And the husband took the bread and said with a smile: What an invaluable gift you gave me today! Since childhood, I have loved the bottom, crispy part of the bread. But I always believed that she rightfully belonged to you.

A parable about true love

Once the Teacher asked his students: “Why, when people quarrel, do they scream?” “Because they are losing their calm,” said one. - But why shout if another person is next to you? – asked the Teacher. – Can’t you talk to him quietly? Why shout if you're angry? The students offered their answers, but none of them satisfied the Teacher. Finally he explained: “When people are dissatisfied with each other and quarrel, their hearts grow distant.” In order to cover this distance and hear each other, they have to shout. The angrier they get, the further they move away and the louder they scream. - What happens when people fall in love? They do not shout, on the contrary, they speak quietly. Because their hearts are very close, and the distance between them is very small. And when they fall in love even more, what happens? – continued the Teacher. “They don’t speak, they just whisper and become even closer in their love.” “In the end, they don’t even need to whisper. They just look at each other and understand everything without words.

Parable about grievances

The student asked the teacher: “You are so wise.” You are always in a good mood , never angry. Help me to be like that too. The teacher agreed and asked the student to bring potatoes and a transparent bag.

“If you get angry with someone and harbor a grudge,” said the teacher, “then take a potato.” Write on it the name of the person with whom the conflict occurred, and put these potatoes in a bag. - And it's all? – the student asked in bewilderment. “No,” answered the teacher. – You should always carry this bag with you . And every time you are offended by someone, add potatoes to it.

The student agreed. Some time passed. The student's bag was replenished with potatoes and became quite heavy. It was very inconvenient to always carry it with you. In addition, the potatoes that he put in at the very beginning began to spoil. It became covered with a slippery nasty coating, some sprouted, some bloomed and began to emit a sharp, unpleasant odor.

The student came to the teacher and said: “It’s no longer possible to carry this with you.” Firstly, the bag is too heavy, and secondly, the potatoes have spoiled. Suggest something different.

But the teacher replied: “The same thing happens to you.” You just don't notice it right away. Actions turn into habits, habits into character, which gives rise to fetid vices. I gave you the opportunity to observe this process from the outside. Every time you decide to be offended or, conversely, offend someone, think about whether you need this burden.

Parable about a happy family

In one small town, two families live next door. Some spouses constantly quarrel, blaming each other for all troubles and trying to figure out which one is right. And others live amicably, they have no quarrels, no scandals. The obstinate housewife marvels at her neighbor’s happiness and, of course, is jealous. He says to his husband: “Go and see how they do it so that everything is smooth and quiet.” He came to the neighbor's house, hid under the open window and listened. And the hostess is just putting things in order in the house. He wipes the dust off an expensive vase. Suddenly the phone rang, the woman got distracted, and put the vase on the edge of the table, so that it was about to fall. But then her husband needed something in the room. He caught a vase, it fell and broke. - Oh, what will happen now! - the neighbor thinks. He immediately imagined what a scandal there would be in his family. The wife came up, sighed with regret, and said to her husband: “I’m sorry, dear.” - What are you doing, honey? It's my fault. I was in a hurry and didn’t notice the vase. - I am guilty. She placed the vase so carelessly. - No, it's my fault. Anyway. We could not have had greater misfortune. The neighbor's heart sank painfully. He came home upset. His wife to him: “You’re doing something quickly.” Well, what did you look at? - Yes! - Well, how are they doing? “It’s all their fault.” That's why they don't quarrel. But with us everyone is always right...

Love, forgiveness, patience

Once upon a time there lived a family. Not an ordinary family. There were more than 100 people in it. Are there many such families? Yes, quite a lot. But this family was special. No quarrels, no swearing, no fights, no strife. Rumors about this family reached the bishop himself. And he decided to check whether people were telling the truth. He arrived in the village, and his soul rejoiced: cleanliness and order, beauty and peace. Good for children, calm for old people.

The bishop was surprised and decided to find out how the family achieved all this. He came to the elder. “Tell me,” he says. The elder wrote something on paper for a long time. And when he wrote it, he handed it to the bishop. Only 3 words were written on paper:

"LOVE, FORGIVENESS, PATIENCE"

And at the end of the sheet:

“A HUNDRED TIMES LOVE, A HUNDRED TIMES FORGIVENESS, A HUNDRED TIMES PATIENCE.”

-That's all?

“Yes,” answered the old man, “this is the basis of the life of any good family.” And after thinking, he added:

"And the world too."

A beautiful legend about the importance of love in life

It so happened that on one island lived different feelings: Happiness, Sadness, Skill... And Love was among them. One day, Premonition informed everyone that the island would soon disappear under water. Haste and Haste were the first to leave the island by boat. Soon everyone left, only Love remained. She wanted to stay until the last second. When the island was about to go under water, Lyubov decided to call for help. Wealth sailed on a magnificent ship. Love says to him: “Wealth, can you take me away?” - “No, I have a lot of money and gold on the ship. I don't have room for you! Happiness sailed past the island, but it was so happy that it did not even hear Love calling it. ...and yet Lyubov was saved. After her rescue, she asked Knowledge who it was. - Time. Because only Time can understand how important Love is!

A story about true love

In one village there lived a girl of incomparable beauty, but none of the boys approached her, no one sought her hand. The fact is that one day a sage who lived next door predicted: “Whoever decides to kiss the beauty will die!” Everyone knew that this sage was never wrong, so dozens of brave horsemen looked at the girl from afar, not daring to even approach her. But then one fine day a young man appeared in the village, who at first sight, like everyone else, fell in love with the beauty. Without thinking for a minute, he climbed over the fence, walked up and kissed the girl. - Ah! - the village residents cried out. - Now he will die! But the young man kissed the girl again, and again. And she immediately agreed to marry him. The rest of the horsemen turned to the sage in bewilderment: “How can this be?” You, sage, predicted that the one who kissed the beauty would die! “I don’t go back on my words.” - answered the sage. “But I didn’t say exactly when this would happen.” He will die someday later - after many years of a happy life.

A parable about the fragility of love

Once upon a time, an old wise man came to one village and stayed to live. He loved children and spent a lot of time with them. He also loved to give them gifts, but only gave them fragile things. No matter how hard the children tried to be careful, their new toys often broke. The children were upset and cried bitterly. Some time passed, the sage again gave them toys, but even more fragile. One day his parents couldn’t stand it and came to him: “You are wise and wish only the best for our children.” But why do you give them such gifts? They try their best, but the toys still break and the children cry. But the toys are so beautiful that it’s impossible not to play with them. “Very few years will pass,” the elder smiled, “and someone will give them his heart.” Maybe this will teach them to handle this priceless gift a little more carefully?

And the moral of all these parables is very simple: love and appreciate each other .

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