There was once a monaco. A small monaco who lived alone in a small and tiny hut in the desert. He spent his time praying and manufactured to earn a living weaving baskets and hats from palm leaves. Many people came from the city and submitted his problems and he tried to help and comfort. The small monaco wore a suit of canvas, eating bread and water and did not have anything except a special book, which was her treasure and read every day. One day a robber came into the hut like a fury of Monaco. A fierce predator and bad.
With a full beard and disheveled subsidiary and menacing sword.
Give me your treasure is, barked. The small
Monaco gave him his book valuable and unique and stood sadly watching the
robber who was leaving.
When the robber came to the city, rushed into the shop of a merchant and without many preambles
asked the value of that extraordinary book.
But I do not know anything about books, he lamented the merchant.
I need money! So many! Tell me what is this book and I sell it.
I do not really know, peep the merchant, looking through the book. But if you know someone who
mean, a real expert. Let the book for a day or two and ask him. All right! Is, the robber grunted, drawing his sword. I'll be back in two days. It 'so that the book is here, when I come back!.
That evening, after closing the shop, the merchant rode on his mule and spurred him in the desert. He rode for miles till he came to the small hut and met the little Monaco.
I have a book, she explained. A big guy with a beard came up to me.
wants to sell it. Can you tell me what that is? . He took the book from her bag and showed it to Monaco. The small monaco stared at the book. He would never have imagined so soon revise its treasure. But
cried is mine!, Or point the finger at the merchant, saying, This man is a thief! .
No. All I said was: This is a book of great value.
worth at least a year's salary. The merchant took his leave and returned to the city. As a gust of wind
When the robber showed up looked more ruthless than ever.
So tell me, "he muttered. How much is my book?. Several
! Smiled the merchant. At least one year's salary!.
The mood of the band changed a bit '. Great!, Grinned. And how can you be sure?.
It was easy, said the merchant. There is a small monaco who lives in the desert in a small hut
. He knows all these things. I brought the book and I showed.
The mood of the band changed completely. A small monaco? ... In the desert? "He stammered. Just
!. And did you say to those who wanted to sell the book?. A big man with a bushy beard that I said. And Monaco is not ha detto niente del libro? Niente di me?.
Niente. Perché?. Così, mentì il predone. Tanto per dire. Poi afferrò il libro e lasciò la bottega in fretta e furia. Salì sul suo cavallo e ritornò nel deserto.
Cavalcò e cavalcò fino alla piccola capanna.
Che cosa significa?, sbraitò entrando come una raffica di vento nella capanna. Avresti potuto
denunciarmi e mi avrebbero arrestato. Perché non hai detto niente?.
Perché ti avevo già perdonato, rispose il monaco.
Perdonato me?, gridò il predone. Perdonato?. La sua voce si smorzò.
Nessuno mi ha mai perdonato!, quasi sussurrò.Mi hanno odiato, cacciato, inseguito, esiliato,
condannato. But forgive, never!.
At that moment, something changed in the heart of big and tall robber.
He took the book from his bag and handed it to Monaco: It's yours!. The small
Monaco smiled and thanked the bandit.
then invited him to stay in the hut to learn more about forgiveness and peace of heart.
Not long after, the robber became Monaco, Monaco is a big man with a bushy beard, happy to share with others the little they had.
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