A story having deep message

Once mentioned, a villager saw a horse somewhere. He already had a few more horses. He loved the horse immensely and started struggling to get the horse, and began to use all his means to get it. As a result, the horse fell into the hands of the critic. Just as not everything good is for everyone, not every such racial thing is for everyone.

To keep things high, you also have to make your appearance bigger, and keep delicate and valuables carefully. If things are lively, you have to respect, love, and respect, and protect.One day the man, in his carelessness, dropped the horse into a deep pole. The poor horse began to sway loudly with pain. The pole was deep and the shining colour of the horse through the dark layer was blinking in the form of a line. The horse owner stood on the edge of the trench, silently staring at his yearning, but did not make any effort to pull out, but his carabinous sounds began to satisfy his evil nature, some people around him explained to him that there was such a beautiful horse to get him out, but to know why the horse's helplessness was satisfying him, so he refused to pull the horse out.

When he was well amused, he thought, "And thou shalt not solve, put the dust on the scabies and the horse and bury it alive."Thinking this, he called out to the losers like himself on the tent for help and started closing the scabies, all of them had a shovel in their hands. As a result, they began to dump soil, gravel and garbage, the horse was terrified of the situation and started to shake helplessly.

But seeing the villager's indifference and his companions' brutal tewar, the horse fell silent, the villagers and companions continued to pour soil and look into the pole, surprised, that whenever the soil was thrown over the white horse, he would wrinkle and shake the soil, as he wrinkled, the whiteness of the horse became clear.

The series continued for a long time, the

old companions of the ignorant got tired, they were replaced by fresh people, the soil was gone from close range and heaps of garbage and garbage were loaded from far and wide so that the well would be filled somehow, and the horse would be buried. But the race was at the feet of the horse, it was shocked and tired of the attitude of the people, yet the shock for its survival continued to sweep the mud and the soil continued to sway at its feet, and the horse came out of the scabbard like a ladder under its feet, the village owner of the horse and his companions were shocked and shocked to see this scene.

They came to the can, their surprise was noticeable, and the statue was more surprising than the horse at this unexpected result.There may be incidents with us in life that we should be thrown garbage, we should be portrayed, our talents should be tarnished. Let us be persecuted.

The way to avoid this pit of filth is not to be buried at the bottom of these filths, which is the purpose of the hasadins and enemies, but we must also continue to move upwards and forwards, countering these useless things.

Rather, these jealousies and accusations give man autograph, the dusters will continue to cast dust, they do not understand that they are doing their own harm, not to the other person, in ignorance. Keep throwing dust, but a determined man never changes his way. The narratives described by elders are the essence of centuries of experiences, they cannot be rejected.