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| Once upon a time there was a man living near a small lake. He was born and spent all his life next to it. He had never been anywhere else. The lake was the only place he ever knew, but he knew it very well. The lake and its surroundings provided the man with all he wanted. When he was hungry the man would catch some fish or go hunting the game in the woods around its shores. And when he got tired and thirsty the man would come to the lake to wash himself and to drink its water which was always fresh and sweet. But though he had everything he needed the man was never completely satisfied. He was always curious about what lay beyond his small lake and its immediate and familiar surroundings. And as the years were passing by he thought more and more often about going there to find that out. Then one day he went, leaving his small lake behind... The man had been walking, without looking back, for some time when he began to realize that he had never been to this place before. Everything here was new and strange, yet interesting and exciting. Totally absorbed into all these new impressions, he kept walking without thinking either about direction or time until he began to feel tired and thirsty. "I guess I better go back to my lake," said the man to himself (he often talked to himself, being for the most of the times alone). "I've seen enough for one day. Tomorrow, after a good night's sleep, I will probably go again." But right after he said it he saw that he didn't know which way to go now. Suddenly the man understood that he had gotten lost. Yet, having no other choice, he decided to go on anyway, hoping to find his lake eventually... Several days had passed since the man turned back, but in his desperate search he couldn't remember how many. He lost his hopes and then regained them , only to lose them again many times over. His feet were hurting and he was tired and thirsty as never before in his life. Yet stubbornly the man pressed on... And then, one day he suddenly saw a lake. But it wasn't his lake. It looked different and was much bigger. But it was full of water and the man desperately wanted to drink. Gathering his last strength he ran to this unknown lake, fell on his knees and started to drink. But the water wasn't pleasant and sweet as he expected it to be. It was bitter instead and he couldn't drink it. "Oh, this must be a wrong place," said the man to himself. And he got up, walked a little along the shore of the new lake and tried to drink again. But the water was as bitter as in the first spot. "This , probably, is also a wrong place to drink," said the man again. He could hardly walk any more but he got up, for he had to find some good water. And so he kept dragging himself along the shores of this strange lake, yet every time he stopped and tried to drink he could not because the water was always bitter... Finally came the moment when the man couldn't get up any more. For a while he laid motionless dying from thirst near the lake full of undrinkable water. And then he was dead without ever knowing that this strange new lake wasn't a lake at all. It was a bitter and salty sea. |
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