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... And they are trampled,
The boots seem to be old.
And how many dinars do you want
For so worn out goods?
In response to him, the old man said.
Not a good thing to judge by sight
Her story is not worthy of all the earthly riches.
Well the story of things can give me an answer,
If a person can tell the whole story
The owner of this thing - so you are worth more than light,
But sell me shoes and a cheaper scoundrel.
But how do you say the holy grail you sold for a penny?
Do you think human rule rules the plans of things
And that in a golden crown crowned with a diamond,
Should much more cost have?
Here I tell you stubborn moneylender
The price is not in design and gaze,
Wrong gold in the wrong price
And in stuffy wanderings and dreams,
What their master carried with them.
Where can I not breathe loudly,
cover your eyes and hold
You can see so much
that even life does not understand.
Leave the stubborn old man
I am full of your thoughts myself
But with boots, forgive me
Not even worth a broken penny
Shabby foot of the traveler
Large, wrinkled, old boots.

After all, what kind of money you can’t buy
THAT is impossible to sell.
What is worth more than life
You cannot tell with one grail.
It doesn't matter to one skin surface,
Another does not care about the spirituality of nature.

But do we judge either the skin
Or about old man coins?
You sell shoes or not
I'll go barefoot, got it to god!
Robbed me
and I hide in the grass
managed only two coppers.
And what the hell sent you
To philosophize about the life of being.
Give me your two worn boots
FOR two shabby coppers,
I think their life was much brighter
They walked around the world so much that they saw much more,
these strange leather boots.
Look, sound in my hand
And straight history fanned by their own.

Oh, you young stubborn!
Do you think any thing has power?
In your hands are the usual pieces
A bit of copper and ore ..
But I want to tell you
What would the soul understand
It must be taken from the beginning
Then grind its corners
And then reproduce yourself in it!
Not so much as to kiss before the grave.
And to perceive with a smile
That whole self that I can blast.

And these coppers?
Put your pieces in them too
old, shabby darling!
Well, what's wrong with not understanding?
I don’t lose age,
And in old age I’ll think about how you
Standing by the river
Right now, please sell me these boots.
I'll get to my abode
I'll find you some more money ...
Ali you do not want, then the thing that I will find.
But right now on such a dirty road
which and everything else in the stones
It will hurt to get me.
Or maybe lend me a while
I would have been brought here from you again.

Oh young, empty head
I didn’t say that I won’t give them away
All that I just wanted to tell
What power is ....

Involuntarily looking up into the heavenly seneva,
The old man thought for a while and held out his boot to the young.

Well, father, keep two coppers!
I run home and bring it back
your luggage is lucky!
After that, the Sagittarius was already running back.
The old man followed his eyes
With longing, following up the runner.

The old man wasn’t very old,
But the sight of his dear was like.
Like different places on the way
wrinkles in the face are divorced
The eyes of the baby - only so "old"
The whole view resembled a saint
But something was from a stranger
Not bright, not evil.
To the village I dividing people
It seemed the simplicity of days
From boredom, mob and cleanliness.
What else to share them with?
By the standards of a person crazy
I judged just like that then.
But the old man is a different life ...

And wandered inexplicably
To your desired places.