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From the author: Fairy TaleIf you fall, rise not empty-handed (Eastern proverb) One sinless soul, in addition to immortality, was granted a special privilege - to become a guardian angel for a mere mortal. For introduction to the profession, a mentor was given - an Angel - a guardian with centuries of experience. At the very beginning of his training, the novice Angel asked: “I don’t quite understand, is there a need for my service?” After all, it is known that everything is predetermined and established by the Lord our God. Whatever happens, cannot be avoided. If a person is destined to stumble, then he will inevitably fall. Is not it so? And should I keep him from falling if this is written in the Book of Fates? “Yes, I agree,” answered the mentor angel. - There is a certain predestination. But in fact, the Lord gives each person a chance to make a choice - what to do in this or that case. A person will fall if he falls, but how will he rise? A lot depends on him. However, it is better to show than to tell. Here, look! The mentor, opening his palm, showed the student a gold item with an inserted radiant diamond - a woman’s earring. “Now I’ll throw it on the pavement, and we’ll see what happens.” So he did. He threw the earring onto the cobblestone street of a small town. They themselves, the mentor and the student, hid in the clouds and began to observe. A young man was walking down the street. Suddenly stumbling, he stretched out right in the middle of the street and immediately saw a gold earring in front of his nose. He stood up, picked it up, looked at it carefully and, throwing it in his palm, said: “What a nice find!” It's okay that I crashed! But now I’m going on a spree! The guy went to the pawnshop. There he pawned the earring for a lot of money, and then moved straight across the road to the nearest tavern. The angels continued to watch. The angel-disciple did not have time to look back when the object of observation found himself again in a horizontal position - only this time not on the pavement, but in a ditch and drunk “as a bed.” “Yes, it’s sad,” he noted. - Just get someone like that under your wing, and you won’t end up with any trouble! Of course, I’m not afraid of work, but when the person himself gets into trouble, I don’t really want to protect him! But what did this experiment show us? - he turned to the mentor. - Wait! - he answered. - Let's do the same thing again. The same earring was again in the mentor’s hand. A young man, this time different, appeared on the street. The earring had previously been thrown to the ground again. This strange-looking, lanky young man looked at it for a long time after discovering the earring. Then he put the find in the breast pocket of his jacket and walked slowly to the embankment. There he wandered for a long time along the seashore back and forth, then lay down in his suit on the sand and began to look at the sky. The angel-disciple even thought that he saw them - angels. Then the guy sat down, took a notepad and pencil out of his pocket and began to scribble something in the notebook. - What does he write there? - asked the Angel-student. He had not yet mastered the art of looking into writing. “This is a poet,” the mentor explained. - Let's see what happens next. Meanwhile, the poet put an end to his creation and went to the publishing house. He submitted the poems to the magazine, and a week later all the newspaper readers and poetry lovers knew by heart the poem dedicated to the beautiful stranger who dropped her earring. “I like the poet better,” remarked the Angel-disciple. - I think the poet is a little closer to heaven than ordinary people, right? Does he just need a guardian angel in his earthly life? The Lord himself kissed him! “Perhaps you are right, colleague,” said the mentor angel. - Well, shall we try again? - Yes, it’s interesting to see what else could be! Again the earring ended up on the pavement. The next young man picked up the earring, looked around, and said: “Oh, what a rare thing!” I'm not an expert, but in my opinion this is particularly fine jewelry work. You can’t buy earrings like this in every store! It’s obvious that the owner is killed by such a loss. He walked down the street, peering into the faces of the girls and women passing by. Maybe he will find the one who lost her earring? Some people have it.