“Father, I’m free poem and tell”

Child raised on a hill, you press it to yourself so it doesn’t fall, and the baby at this point, something murmurs in your ear. I love children, because communication with young men for my holiday.

Photo: the Simbirsk Metropolia / VK

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Priest Alexander Dyachenko

I love the feast of the Nativity. We have long been preparing: collect the gifts set in the Church of the tree and, although they do not have to decorate, still decorate. Moreover. the children themselves have to decorate those gifts to the Christ child, which they do with their hands.

Sunday school are holding a Christmas tree, with performances, costumes and happy parents, but the most interesting tree for the so-called “unorganized public.” And “public” is also being prepared: teach poems about the Nativity, briefly molitovke, sing, drawing something. Of course, at the exit of the temple, each will receive a gift. As for speaking to other children, and before the priest rely on additional gifts, books, coloring books, chocolates, toys and much more.

Behind the priest is a magic box, from it, as from a cornucopia, spilling prizes. Usually help shop owners, bring toys with slight defects and other illiquid. Toys are quite suitable, and most importantly — a lot of them, so it is compensated with quantity.

This year toys brought: whether to do them better, whether some of the donors. God help these people — they are very good, but now many hard. And all night, literally in the last hour a friend of mine brought me a large package of illiquid mice-key — heroes of the past year. As these mice help me out!

Usually, children are on holiday parents. Children and adults rejoice — the other days of the celebrations of children’s voices will not hear. Cramped, of course, but as they say, in close quarters, but not mad. Kids love it and adults too. And yet, perhaps, it is important that gifts for children are always free.

They say if you have something to give just to you will line up a queue for those that give, and it does not matter what you give, importantly. Indeed, the queue grew.

Child raised on a hill, you press it to yourself so it doesn’t fall, and the baby at this point, something murmurs in your ear. I love children, because communication with young men for my holiday.

After the show, already received the prize, child involuntarily glances at my beautiful box: what’s still there? Funny, and here it is, our human nature: curiosity and dissatisfaction with what we have.

Finally, the temple emptied, all the gifts and prizes given away. Liked my little “audience” of the mouse.

Even one mom could not resist and told a poem that earned a candy bar. Silence, peace, quiet joy. Suddenly I hear:

— Father, I’m waiting, I want to tell you a poem.

From behind a pillar comes out of a girl of eight or nine. I Pat his pockets, remembering that I have left. Empty. Say:

— My child, I’m sorry, I have nothing left, I gave everything.

— And I need nothing, sir, says the child. — I’m free to tell.

We talked to her. Indeed: there is no sweeter fellowship than the fellowship of friends.

From the book of the priest of Alexander Dyachenko “Sholei. Simple and complex stories about people”, published by the “Nike”

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