Transcript Dear Mother!!!

Dear Mother!!!
A mother is as the North Star: everything
is at its place, goes round of her; all the
other family members are within her
framework and go towards their aims
under her protection.
Before creation of a woman, Adam was
lonely, the ecological system was cold.
When she was created, one more voice
appeared and joined the already existing
one, creation reached its completion and a
person became the most important being
on the Earth.
A mother always remains a unique and
indispensable person in everybody’s life.
Therefore many of us will never be able to
change the hot soup cooked by our
mother for the most exquisite meals of the
richest palaces and restaurants of the
world.
As for me various sweeties of the most
modern confectioner’s shops can not be
tastier than the pies made by my mum. I
will never be able to find anywhere the
taste of her soups and pies because they
have my mother’s smell. There is not any
being on the Earth, who is dearer and
more sacred than mother. Therefore I will
never call her bread stale: everything
what has her smell is wonderful.
When mother cries, she cries with her
heart and at the moment her heart is burnt
by bitterness.
Her son goes to school-mother cries.
He goes to the Army-mother cries.
He falls ill-mother cries.
Her daughter gets married-she cries.
There is not a single
moment without mother’s tears.
Even if all the seas turn into tearsthey will dry up. Dear mother!
What can one make up the price of your
tears with?
A young man who was blind since his birth told
about his feelings in the following: “I heard that
the world is very nice: there is the Sun, which
illuminates daytime; there are blue seas, sky and
mountains; there are flowers in springtime,
which please the eyes in all the colors: tulips,
roses, violets; meadows are fabulously nice, you
want to have a good look at everything more
and more. I hear that the world is extremely
wonderful at sunrise and at sunset and that this
beauty is accompanied by the symphony of the
singing birds.
But I lived all the time in my dark world
and saw nothing of these wonderful things.
I am not upset and I don’t complain.
But my heart is burnt by the one pain: I
wish I could see my mother with these
eyes. What does it matter that I can see
nothing, but my mother…mother …
My most cherished wish is to see her, to
see as much as I wanted. To see my
mother only once, who bore me for nine
months, on whose knees I fell asleep, who
lulled me in the cot with lullabies, who
cried and laughed for me”.
What a great shame to offend the parents,
to hurt their delicate hearts, not to care
about them, taking them under protection.
Dear mother! I kiss your hands with
love and respect and wait for your
prayers which smell of your tears ...