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On one sunny day, a handsome fellow standing in the square in the middle of the city and are proud to boast the most beautiful heart in the district. He was surrounded by a crowd of people who genuinely admired perfection of his heart. It was really perfect - no scratches, no scratches. And everyone in the crowd agreed that this is the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The guy was very proud and just beamed with happiness.

Suddenly, the crowd stepped forward and the old man said, turning to the guy: - Your heart is beautiful and comes close to mine. Then the whole crowd looked at the old man's heart. It was dented, all covered with scars, in some places pieces of the heart had been removed and their places were added others, which do not fit, some of the edge of the heart had been torn. Moreover, in some places in the heart of the old man obviously did not have enough pieces. The crowd stared at the old man - how could he say that his heart is more beautiful?

The guy looked at the heart of the old man and laughed: - You may be kidding, old man! Compare your heart with mine! My best! And yours! Thy - hodgepodge of scars and tears! - Yes, - said the old man, - your heart looks perfect, but I would never have agreed to share our hearts. Look! Every scar on my heart - a man whom I gave my love - I tore a piece of my heart and gave this man. And he is often in return gave me your love - your piece of the heart, which filled the empty spaces in my heart. But because different pieces of hearts just do not fit together, so my heart is torn edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love that we shared. Sometimes I gave the pieces of my heart, but other people did not return me to my - so you can see the empty hole in my heart - when you give your love is not always a guarantee of reciprocity. And though these holes bring the pain, they remind me of love, which I shared, and I hope that one day these pieces of heart to me back. Now you see, that means the true beauty?

The crowd was hushed. The young man stood silently oshelomlennyy.Iz his eyes flowed with tears. He went to the old man took my heart and tore off a piece of it. With trembling hands, he offered some of his old man's heart. The old man took his gift and put in his heart. Then he tore off a piece in response to his battered heart and put it in the hole formed in the heart of a young man. A lump came up, but not perfect, and some edges were, and some were torn. The young man looked at his heart, is not ideal, but more beautiful than it was before, yet love the old man did not touch it.

And they walked arm in arm along the road. On this wonderful day, share with others a piece of my heart, my love - send all your friends and relatives of this page !