The legend of the Woman

The legend of the Woman

When the Lord worked on the creation of the world,
In the heat of creation, not regretting anything,
He forgot about the commandment not to create an idol,
Its entire stock of spending on a man.
And the woman?! he exclaimed in the heat. What woman now I to create
It to her can ever forget
To love, cherish, praise and grooming?!
Quite a long time was the Lord in meditation,
Neighborhood throwing a surprised look,
And the world that he created, and told,
What the Lord was unspeakably happy.
He took the roundness of the moon young,
And waves the graceful lines cool,
And solar filament of gold,
And the flavors, so rich flowers.
Yet it borrowed the tenderness of the dawn
And the slender palm trees of wondrous beauty
And internal modesty gem
And the sweetness of honey, in the mouth of bees.
He gave her the hardness of the diamond
And birch for her took the white scythe
She gave it the status of a competitor
And voracity of the predator in the woods.
In ants he took the abilities of unity





A faithful friend took white swans
And naturally — crave maternity
So the human race can continue with it.
Still it has mixed fire and snow cold,
And in her eyes he poured a spring thaw,
Then that was left in her love hunger
And so green the whole year was like a tree.
When his work was considered completed,
Called a man to stand before him,
So I saw the creature naked
And desired to take back home.
Man, as a creation of a passionate,
Willingly accepted this gift of the Lord,
Not knowing that he was doomed
Wearing heart since the fire.
However, for a long time it did not have the patience.
A week later he came again,
Considering that he was not lucky,
Wanting to turn everything around.
He complained that the peace with the lady present,
What a lot of nonsense, noise, chatter,
So it will szhivaetsya with light
It's impossible to pass her days.
The Lord to take back the gift rushed
Not a word, not arguing,
But our friend soon came back,
Changing this time to some motive.
He felt suddenly very lonely,
Hearing laughter, songs, silly words.
The world began to seem as if crooked,
And life has lost all of its foundations.
Honestly, that sadness after eating,
He without a woman does not think and fall asleep
Without this woman he cannot create
And, well... ask the woman to return.
The Lord responded to the cry disease,
Deciding men to satisfy the request,
And so the lesson of this was not useless
He punished the man a woman to love.

 

Photo: Signe Vilstrup

Source: www.proza.ru/2008/03/09/32