That took place long time ago. There lived a boy in a big city dozing on the shore of the distant sea. He was growing up without his father and that\u2019s why he got to know the hardships of labor early in his life. He was attached to his mother with all his heart; he did not know anybody kinder or more affectionate in the world. In winter evenings they often sat together in front of a dim light of the oil lamp in the small kitchen; disquieting gleams of distant lightning were quivering in their eyes. At that time the boy scarcely understood the repressed anguish of his mother who was bringing up her son without a breadwinner and any support. One day the fragile loving heart could not bear it any longer. The son threw the last handful of the ground on the grave, fell on the grass and burst out crying. When his tears ran out, he swore on his mother\u2019s cross that he would mature, become a scientist and invent a wonderful remedy \u2013 the elixir of life that would heal sick people and would give youth to old people. So the boy began his studies\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026 At the same time there lived a youth in a tiny village, far off the big city. He had sound health and courage heart. The valor of youth was seething in his heart. The youth had not known mother\u2019s caress from his childhood. He was growing up and maturing. He always helped his old father, whom he loved more than his life. He liked to listen to his father\u2019s unhurried stories about unknown countries and overseas wonders before sleep. He had memorized one of those stories \u2013 a tale or a true story \u2013 for all his life. It was about rejuvenating apples growing in a magic garden at the other corner of the world. The day came when his father\u2019s eyes closed forever. After the bitter sobbing the youth shook grave ground off his knees and swore that he would travel around the world and find magic apples and there would not be grief in their village anymore. He hung empty scrip on his shoulder and took the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026 Winters changed into springs, rains \u2013 into snows. Again and again the night was spreading its velvety wing above spires and towers of the seaside town. Flushes of the rain were licking fragments of the day\u2019s shadows from the walls and twisting in the flow. A dim light illuminated the sleepless window at that night as well as at many other nights before. Lonely Scientist was sitting at the wooden table full of flasks, tubes and retorts in the small room. He was staring at the flame of the spirit lamp with red from sleeplessness eyes. His experiment was interrupted by the hesitating knock at the door. Wet to the skin girl clasping a little quivering kitten to her breast stood on the threshold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
- Mister Scientist, you know so much! Save my Murzik, he is dying!\n- How dare you bother me with such trifles! \u2013 Scientist exclaimed \u2013 Such a big deal - kitten! I am working hard on the elixir of life. My work will bring happiness to all people of the world!\nThe girl was sobbing in front of the slammed door for a long time. Scientist was muttering under his breath: \u201cWhat is kitten? Who cares? Time \u2013 that is important, we are always short of time!\u201d\nHe was so angry, that he did not notice two new wrinkles appeared on his forehead\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026Roads, roads, again and again you are singing your endless song. Wanderer is going further and further, occasionally taking a rest in a bed made of the roadside grass under the immense blanket of the deep sky. Stars are falling at his feet; birds are singing their lullabies to him. In the next village countrymen ask him: \u201cStay with us, Brother. Let\u2019s live and work together. You won\u2019t have to knock about the world anymore.\u201d\n\u201cI have no time!\u201d Wanderer dismissed the question. I am looking for rejuvenating apples. I want to plant the magic orchard, so that old people won\u2019t die anymore and children won\u2019t become orphans.\u201d He hurried so much that did not notice a new lock of grey hair got sparkling and streaming in the cold wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2026 An autumn evening came suddenly. Old Scientist finished one more unsuccessful experiment and came to the window. \u201cWhat heavy drops today\u2019s rain is shedding!\u201d he thought. Suddenly his attention was attracted by a hunched figure on the bench near the house. Following the sudden impulse, Scientist rushed outdoors and touched the old man\u2019s shoulder.\n\u201cLet\u2019s come to my place, kind man! There are no special dainties, but there is always a warm bed and a cup of hot milk.\u201d Tears were trickling down Wanderer\u2019s weary face mixing with raindrops. He took Scientist\u2019s hand and made his way to Scientist\u2019s dwelling. At one stroke Scientist flicked away flasks and retorts from the table and put bread, milk, cheese on it. Having forgotten of everything he was listening to the slow confession of the old man about his vain search. Firewood was crackling in the fireplace, the pleasant warmth was spreading over the body. Scientist like spellbound looked at Wanderer\u2019s snow-white hair and grey wrinkled face in which he seemed to see familiar features. Amazed by the sudden guess, Scientist rushed into the storeroom and found an old dusty mirror there. A weary grey face was looking at him out of the mirror. It was the face of Wanderer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Scientist sat and got absorbed into his thoughts. Like a scrap of the distant and unreal dream the wet to the skin girl with the shivering kitten came to his mind. When had it taken place? Ten years ago? A hundred? A thousand? Who was that strange old man sitting at the shabby table? Scientist came back to the room, stroked the grey head of sleeping Wanderer, then he easily picked up the wizened body, put him on the bed and carefully covered him with the blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Had gotten it off his chest, Wanderer was sleeping soundly with the sleep of a man who had opened his heart to the warmth of another man\u2019s heart for the first time in his life. His face was respiring with calmness; it seemed that his long grey hair had become a little darker. That calmness kindled the light of joy at Scientist\u2019s heart. That was the joy of a man who had given his warmth to another man for the first time in his life. That inner light was so powerful that it made the face of old Scientist shine. One by one his deep wrinkles were smoothing away. He understood that the dream of his life had come true and he had found the main components of the elixir of life \u2013that was a generous nature, ready to give its love to everyone and an open heart, ready to accept that love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The day was breaking over the city. When first sun lights started play on young faces of Scientist and Wanderer, brothers knew what the new coming day would bring.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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