A tale-parable about love and frivolity, about a sense of proportion and unrestraint, about faith and unbelief.
In ancient times, there was a fountain in one city, the water of which had a wonderful property - everyone, having drunk a mug of this water (but only one mug!), Became lucky in love: found his soul mate, returned a lost beloved (lover), gained an understanding of the path to the heart hitherto inaccessible person. Needless to say, the pilgrimage to the fountain did not stop day or night?
Miracles happened: the young man, rubbing his lips, held out a mug to the girl standing in line in front of him, to whom he had not paid the slightest attention for many hours of waiting - and could not take his eyes off her, and the girl, without even drinking water, answered his lover look with the same radiant look, and they went away together, hand in hand.
Another unhappy lover tormented with grief, barely having drained the mug, hit himself on the forehead and exclaimed “Oh, I'm an idiot! Rather !!! ”he flew into the saddle and raced, not taking the road to the place where the overly proud maid was waiting for him, constantly praying that it would occur to her beloved to go to the fountain.
How simply all love problems were solved at that blessed time!
Everyone who decided to taste the magic water knew the Law firmly: you can turn to the fountain only once in your life. Perhaps this unwritten Law would be violated (people tend to break the laws), but there was no need for this. Indeed, the love that reigned in the heart of the communion of the sacrament made him wise, and this wisdom was enough for two, for life - for the basis of love is nothing but wisdom.
There were, however, skeptics who believed that faith in the fountain was just superstition, and he helps because he who decided to resort to his help was already inwardly ripe for a single, true love.
Be that as it may, the fountain acted, people gained happiness, who with the help of the fountain, and who without it, are lucky, wise by nature.
In any case, everyone knew that if something bad happened in one’s personal life, you can always fix it, but since this can be done only once and only for one person, you must be very careful and attentive to each person, and to yourself too so as not to make mistakes in choosing your destiny.
Perhaps those times were the Golden Age.
But time passed, and people gradually got used to the idea that the fountain is trouble-free, therefore, prudence in relations with loved ones is not so important: nothing corrupts anything like reliability. Frivolity was increasingly beating in their hearts.
Love itself in these hearts lost its sacredness and became the subject of the game. After all, the win is certainly guaranteed! Some already talked about the fact that the Law guaranteeing everyone love to the grave is fresh, and the sacred water is brackish and does not quench thirst. Thirst for variety and thrill.
And once a middle-aged knight came to the fountain, already experienced in love tournaments, but until mature years and not knowing happiness in love.
He did not want to stand in line and humbly wait for a miracle, laughing, pushed the crowd and with a hand clad in a shiny steel glove, grabbed a mug. “I drink this glass in honor of all the beautiful ladies I see here!” He proclaimed and quickly poured the contents of the mug into his mouth.
Then he filled it a second time and announced: “And I drink this glass in honor of those ladies whom I loved before!”.
And, before the crowd gasped from such sacrilege, the knight put a mug under the stream for the third time. “And I drain this glass in honor of those countless ladies whom I will love in the future!” - said - and drank.
And the thunder did not strike from heaven, and the sun did not fade, and the fountain did not dry up! Moreover, all the ladies standing in line looked at the impudent knight with delight, almost with love: both young villagers who first came to the city, and mature matrons who came to the fountain to make peace with their husbands, and ugly old virgins who without help the fountain was unlikely to shine something in his personal life.
The knight, pleased with the effect, twisted his mustache, made the ladies a pen - and only they saw him. Yes, and was he? Maybe it was a mirage, a phantom - the tradition is silent about this, because no one ever knew anything about the fate of the knight.
Yes, it doesn’t matter. The snake-tempter is an allegorical figure, and Adam and Eve seem to be our ancestors, and we are real people, and it was them and us who had to disentangle the porridge.
After the disappearance of the knight, confusion swept the crowd. Everyone also wanted to drink more than one mug, and quickly! Choking and pushing, people rushed to the fountain, for the right to grab the mug first, many men drew their swords, and the women grabbed each other's hair, and a real war began. All with everyone. In the name of love.
And only when the first victims fell into the fountain, and the clear water became scarlet with blood, someone shouted: “Wait! What are we doing ?! ”People stopped, staring in horror at the desecrated source of happiness ...
The corpses were hastily taken out of the fountain and carried away so as not to embarrass their conscience, and began to wait until clean water washed away the blood. “Nothing,” everyone thought, “now the fountain will be cleansed, and we will never, never begin to violate the Law.” But the spilled blood was not washed off, because the water of the fountain itself turned into blood.
Almost no one dared to taste it, with the exception of a few who did not comprehend what they had done. From them went the vampire tribe. The rest parted dispersed, each with excruciating pain in the soul, with contempt for himself and for all participants in the crazy action.
Since then, nothing has helped people in love. They are left to their own devices, and only those who remember the tradition and the Law are able to find happiness. For the skeptics were right: the matter is not in the fountain, but in spiritual maturity and natural wisdom.
And easily love is given only in a fairy tale ...
