A sweet bite left by a dog

Sonya Machorska

I recently realized that tears weigh differently. Although I studied physics and other exact Sciences, I didn’t know… Not that there are scales to pull them, but so-on the eye, which is called…

I was walking in the Park. There are children with balls and wheels, elegant girls and boys, grandparents sitting on benches. Before me is a mother with her four or five-year-old girl who is constantly whining about something. She saw a red wheel-she liked it, she asked to buy it; she saw a beautiful striped ball, slipped for her. Not that it wasn’t – her mother was pushing an expensive Bicycle with a bucket and a sand shovel in the trunk, two small balls, a doll, and a horse on wheels. But the child wanted more… While taking a delicious bite of a croissant with strawberries.

Suddenly a stray dog jumped out from somewhere, ran, “grabbed” a croissant from his hands. The child screamed in fear, clinging to his mother, but in a moment he was laughing and wanted the big boy’s suit to maneuver artfully between people… And exactly five or six paces away the dog dropped the croissant and ran in the other direction. Then a Barefooted boy, visible at the age of six or seven, but probably more, quickly stooped, picked up a bun and shoved it in… His eyes glowed-big and black, unwashed, who knows when, with frozen tears on his cheeks… It seemed to me that these huge eyes placed all the light of the setting sun at this moment and all the pain of this small but wrong earth of ours… He chewed, could barely swallow in his haste, so as not to take away someone’s lies, and again… And from his eyes poured the tears of glittering and hungry, which is always scary. It was as if they were trying to take away the rich’s anger, hatred, and whims. They were looking for a little gap behind the kindness in our hearts, which apparently everyone has and carries “from the cradle to the grave” if Sam hasn’t locked it or locked it with countless locks… They wanted, as it were, to sprinkle our heart with a little compassion and “return” it to us as adults, wise…

Then the “preteglih” tears are well clothed with a little girl and a barefoot boy, who licks it assiduously, so as not to miss a drop of sweetness left by his dog…

“God, how much grief there is in this world, God!”cried more than a century ago Peter Mokanna, a literary hero of Yordan Yovkov. “Don’t finish, Dios!”I would add. And if, I think, if Christ comes down to earth again to atone for our sins, we don’t stone him like we did centuries ago?… Or, if someone creates scales for tears, “black and white” will see who weighs more, will understand the truth and the difference in the weight of Caprice and pain from hunger and everything else? Really?… Then perhaps… Because God created our eyes and heart to see! And we must listen to him and follow the path he has given us. Otherwise, we will become inhumans, and we will have to pay. Like many ancient civilizations that we eventually read about, they were in eddy, which was a period on Earth…

God forgive me! But if we have to, let’s find a scale that can measure tears. To make our souls brighter. The rest is easier. Amen!