Thread: What is love?

What is love?

A young Australian sculptor went by ship on his honeymoon with his new, lovely wife from Russia. The ship crashed because of a heavy storm and the ocean cast ashore only the young man. He found himself on a rocky island.
"My love, my beauty! I can't live without you!" cried the young man.
The islanders knew nothing about love and asked the young man, "What is love?"
"Love carries you away to a dreamland!" He exclaimed.
"So, love is a dream?" Asked the people.
"Love burns your heart and makes it cold."
"Then love is a sickness," the islanders decided.
"For the sake of love a human is ready to do anything. Even jump off a high rock!"
"Love is madness!" Cried the frightened people.
"Love is not fire, but warms; not the sun, but shines; not armour, but defends."
"So what does love look like?" The people still could not understand.
"Love is alive. She has hands, which caress you; feet, which run to you; lips, which whisper sweet words to you."
The people shook their heads and dispersed, and the young, despairing man roamed the island for a long time. One day he found a large block of marble and decided to sculpt his beloved out of it. When the work was done, all the islanders got together around the sculpture of the beautiful, smiling girl.
"Now we have figured out what love is!" The people exclaimed.

P.S. After some time the young man went back to Australia and married to a beautiful Australian girl. But the sculpture is still there, at the unknown island somewhere in the ocean. One day I will show it you.

Gru, the Love Guru! ))))))

Nicely done!

Proud balloon

One day a baloon was tired of beeing holden by someone's thread and he decided to leave his owner. The balloon broke away from the child's hand and soared up. The wind caught him up and carried him somewhere, and the balloon looked down at his friends, other balloons, which stayed there fluttering in the wind, and the balloon began to proud.
"Here I am, the free balloon, I fly wherever I want. And you are just slaves of your masters. Look, how big I am and how much air I have, not like you. You comparing to me are just small fry," he said, blowing out his cheeks.
The balloon was rising higher and higher, and the higher he was, the bigger he blowed up because of pride. And the more he was blowed, the higher he was, until he burst with pride.

Однажды одному воздушному шарику надоело, что его кто-то держит на ниточке, и захотелось ему отделиться от своего обладателя. Вырвался он из руки ребёнка и взмыл ввысь. Подхватил его ветер и понёс, а шарик смотрел вниз на своих друзей, что остались там колыхаться на ниточках, и загордился.
— Вот, я — свободный шар, лечу, куда хочу. А вы — рабы своих хозяев. Посмотрите, какой я большой и как много во мне воздуха, не то, что вы. Вы по сравнению со мной — мелочь пузатая, — говорил он, раздувая щёки.
Шарик поднимался всё выше и выше, и чем выше он поднимался, тем больше раздувался от гордости, а чем больше он раздувался, тем выше возносился, пока не лопнул от распиравшей его гордыни.

OK, Pasha, I will try to correct this one:

One day a Balloon got tired of being held by a thread and he decided to leave his owner. The balloon broke away from the child's hand and soared up. The wind caught him up and carried him away, and the Balloon looked down at his friends, the other balloons, which stayed there fluttering in the wind, and the Balloon began to feel proud.
"Here I am, a free balloon, and I can fly wherever I want. And you are just the slaves of your masters. Look how big I am and how much air I have, not like you. You who are comparing yourselves to me are just small fry," he said, blowing out his cheeks.
The balloon was rising higher and higher, and the higher he got, the bigger he blew up because of pride. The bigger he grew, the higher he went, until he burst with pride.

Thanks a lot.