{"id":119611,"date":"2024-01-02T23:17:29","date_gmt":"2024-01-02T22:17:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bigorski.org.mk\/detsko-katche\/darezhlivoto-srce-e-najubavo\/"},"modified":"2024-01-02T23:28:12","modified_gmt":"2024-01-02T22:28:12","slug":"the-generous-heart-is-the-most-beautiful","status":"publish","type":"detsko_katche","link":"https:\/\/bigorski.org.mk\/en\/detsko-katche\/the-generous-heart-is-the-most-beautiful\/","title":{"rendered":"“The Generous Heart is the Most Beautiful”"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Both sides of the road were covered with crowds of white snow. However, in the middle, this whiteness was spoiled, mixed with the color of imprinted footsteps left by hundreds of hurried feet. People rushed back and forth, carrying many things in their hands. They laughed and shouted to each other, while making their way through the crowd.<\/p>\n

Above the path, the long arms of an old tree reached towards the sky. It struggled and sighed as the strong wind twisted its branches towards the ground. Underneath it, a sound of proud rustling was heard, and there, a beautiful fir tree spread and cleaned its thin green branches, shaking off the snow that fell to the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cI could have guessed,\u201d said the fir tree in a mocking voice, \u201cthat you would have to work hard to stay upright. You\u2019re ugly with leaves, let alone now, when you\u2019ve lost them. It seems you\u2019ll end up completely bare.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know,\u201d replied the old tree. \u201cEveryone is wearing their finest clothes for Christmas. Even from here, I can see the decorations shining at every corner. Yesterday, a man came and put really beautiful lights on every tree along the road, except on me, of course.\u201d It looked sadly as a clump of melting snow fell to the ground, just like a tear.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Did you think they would put a light on you, to make your ugliness even more apparent?\u201d sneered the fir tree.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou’re probably right,\u201d the old tree responded sadly. \u201cIf only I could hide somewhere until Christmas passes. But here I am, like an ugly picture amidst all this beauty around me. I wish they would come and cut me down…\u201d it gazed into the distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t wish you any harm,\u201d said the fir tree, \u201cbut you really are an ugly sight. Maybe it would be better for all of us if you were cut down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once again, the fir tree shook its thin branches. \u201cBetter take care of those three leaves you have left. At least you won\u2019t be completely bare.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI really tried,\u201d lamented the old tree. \u201cEvery autumn I tell myself: this year I won\u2019t give away a single leaf out of generosity, no matter what, but there\u2019s always someone who needs my leaves more than I do,\u201d and again it looked into the distance.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told you not to give so many leaves to that boy who delivers newspapers,\u201d said the fir tree. \u201cWhy did you even lower your branches so he could reach them? You can\u2019t say I didn\u2019t warn you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, you warned me,\u201d replied the old tree, \u201cbut those leaves made him so happy. I learned he gathered them to take to his sick mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, they all have their reasons,\u201d muttered the fir tree. \u201cLike that girl… coloring the leaves for her celebration… nonsense. Those were your leaves, not hers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe did take a lot, didn\u2019t she?\u201d said the old tree, a gentle smile appearing on its face.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and a small bird fell to the ground, right under the old tree. It was shivering, too cold to spread its wings. The old tree looked at it pityingly, then quickly dropped its last three leaves. The golden leaves fell down and gently covered the bird, warming it.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNow you really went too far!\u201d exclaimed the fir tree. \u201cYou dropped your last leaf. Tomorrow, you will be decidedly the ugliest tree in the entire town.\u201d<\/p>\n

The old tree didn\u2019t respond. Instead, it spread its bare branches as wide as it could to prevent snow from falling on the little bird. The young fir tree turned away in disgust and then noticed a painter nearby, deeply engrossed in his brushes and canvas. His clothes were old and torn, and his face bore a sad expression. He thought of his loved ones and the empty, cold morning that awaited them, as he hadn\u2019t been able to sell a single painting for a month.<\/p>\n

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But the fir tree didn\u2019t notice his sorrow. Instead, it turned its back on the old tree and scornfully said, \u201cAt least keep your disgusting branches away from me. You see they are painting me, you\u2019ll ruin the background.\u201d<\/p>\n

But the fir tree didn\u2019t notice his sorrow. Instead, it turned its back on the old tree and scornfully said, \u201cAt least keep your disgusting branches away from me. You see they are painting me, you\u2019ll ruin the background.\u201d<\/p>\n

The next day, it woke up late and, while shaking the snow off its beautiful branches, was surprised by the crowd of people surrounding the old tree with warm sighs. Even those hurrying along the road stopped for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d wondered the fir tree, stretching to see if the wind had perhaps broken the top off the old tree. Just then, a newspaper flew from the hands of an astonished newspaper boy and landed near the fir tree. It was shocked. On the front page of the newspaper was a photograph of the painter, holding a painting of a large, completely white tree, its bare branches covered in snow stretching towards the sky. And beneath it lay the small bird covered with three golden leaves. Under the photograph were the words: \u201cThe most beautiful is the one who gives.\u201d<\/p>\n

The fir tree quietly bowed its head in awe of the incredible beauty of the old tree\u2019s humility and generosity.<\/p>\n

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