Tales of a fairy tale about an angel for children. Parables and tales about angels. Merger with AST

On the highest white cloud of the Garden of Eden there lived a little angel. In the morning he tapped the cloud with his foot so that it would snow or rain on Earth. And the wind sent him to ring the bells even in the deserts, for it was a joy for him to glorify the name of God. The days passed the same way, only on Holy Easter once a year a little angel descended down on God's triumph of spirit and faith. Then all, all the inhabitants of the transcendental kingdom gathered to have fun together.
  Of course, at any moment a little angel could fly to visit someone, but he was a new face and so far few people knew. The only one with whom he spoke very often was God. God loved his young warrior very much for his kind heart and cheerful disposition, and also for compassion. Sometimes they together listened to how people from Earth cried out to heavenly forces. They all needed something: either to ask for something for themselves or to thank for what they had already given. The little angel really liked if God helped the suffering, but this did not always happen, only when there were more righteousness and sincerity in a person than dirty thoughts.
  But, despite these conversations, the little angel was lonely, so one day he asked:
  “Lord, I know that you send us all to earth when you weave a new man.” Send me please. There I will serve you and people better than here. I want to be someone else's happiness.
  “I will be sad without you, my boy,” replied the Lord, “although you yourself do not know what you are asking.” You do not know fate. I do not always give joy. Trials are sometimes too difficult for humans. I will give you 9 months to decide finally, suddenly you will return to heaven, but for now become the soul of the son of a young woman. But day after day I will reveal to you a possible future. And I will take you only when you ask about it.
  Having said this, God became a blue fog, and a little angel found himself in the womb of a woman. He listened. The womb became his home, at least for the next few months. He was warm and comfortable here. The little angel had already decided that he would call his mother a woman, and smiled.
The first few weeks he got used to his new habitat, so he tried not to even move. It was so fascinating that he did not notice almost anything around. The little angel discovered the existence of people. Their world struck him with naivety and imperfection. He heard them talking to each other, as his mother thinks. Once he laughed so much when people began to say that there was no God, that he had seriously disturbed his mother. By the way, she still did not realize that there were already two of them in one body.
  Gradually, the little angel began to assimilate, and he had enough time to concentrate on himself. And one winter morning, he decided to watch the place called the stomach. Everything in him lived his incomprehensible life. He had already begun to get used to the even tapping of blood in the vessels and to the contraction of the muscles, when suddenly something poured from above. An angel, not accustomed to earthly food, decided that it was dangerous and that he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. He giggled, sneezed, and pushed the foreign mixture back with an effort of thought. He felt his mother quickly move into a booming room and spit out what was bothering him.
  Then began the usual busy day, which happens to all young women on Earth. Today, however, they went to the museum and saw absolutely amazing creations of human hands. True, the little angel felt terribly sad that people do not understand that the Lord blows his strength into every brush stroke, into every broken stone, into every written word, and only such works become art.
  The little angel again forgot about everything, while he and his mother wandered through the winter streets and admired the beauty of white roofs. Now he knew that mom loves the roof. Sometimes she climbed them to be alone, or maybe to get closer to heaven. Often she even threw up her arms, as the angels did, spreading their wings.
  On that day, standing on the next roof, my mother composed a rhyme:
  If the roofer
  unbend the metal
  making smooth
  the roofs of the world are everything
  then scatter
  ghosts
  attics will go away
  spider web
  birds nests there
  stop twisting
  even a girl
  from despair
  will not work
  fly away.
  From so many impressions, the little angel quickly fell asleep. But in the morning something fell on top of him again, and he shoved it out of the womb again.
Meanwhile, God, as promised, opened the future for him: here a little angel comes into the world and sees the tired gray eyes of his mother, but he sees the same eyes only at night, and for some reason they are red, apparently, the mother is crying. God explained that it is important for people that children are born in a legal marriage, and all who live differently, they began to poison. That is why mom cried.
  It seems that mom has already begun to speculate about its existence. She was confused, then terrified, and sometimes felt joy. It was then that her palm was on her stomach. At such moments she froze and even tried to talk to him. And they felt so good in the world that even God could not understand this. But most often, mom cried.
  The little angel has already managed to love her. There were so many difficulties and pains in earthly life. He saw how lonely people are, but at the same time, how they poison themselves like those lonely. This was beyond his comprehension. Sometimes the angel thought that the Lord was sending too serious trials for his mother. But there was no one to intercede for her there in heaven.
  And God continued to reveal the future to him. My mother works for days on end: now with a computer, then with a mop. She is losing weight, growing up, sad. But a little angel in a white room rushes about on a pillow in hot drowsiness, and mother is nearby. He knows that her heart is breaking, and that she is ready to die, so long as he remains alive. But some man turns away and leaves, breaking his mother’s heart when he finds out that she has a son.
  The little angel became unbearable, and he prayed:
  - Lord! I do not want to be the cause of so many troubles for my beloved mom! Take me away from here, so that I help her from heaven, so that there is someone to ask for her.
  And God fulfilled his promise. The little angel was in heaven. From there he saw his poor mother cry when he was gone. He struggled to console her, but words from heaven were not heard on Earth. He was no less sorrowful, but now he was losing heart to her right shoulder and talking with his heart. Now his careless life has changed: he has the main business - the care of someone dear and beloved. The life of his mother has changed. A wise heart told her that now she had a heavenly protector, and in life there would be so much more good that she could neither describe in a fairy tale, nor write with a pen.

I love you my little Angel ... I know you are always with me my clear sun ..

Dedicated to all who make their

small things, not big

  awards, but because it’s necessary,

bow to you, kind people.

  You, too!

Once upon a time there was a Little Angel who really wanted to be Big. Little Angel had little duties, but he wanted Big Deeds. Once the Chief Angel saw him and asked:
   - Why are you so sad?
   “Yes, how can I not be sad,” the little angel answers, “everyone does big and important things around, and some even accomplish feats, but they trust me to fulfill only small assignments.”
   “Do you think that you are not entrusted with important matters, and that offends you?” - smiled the main angel.
   - Of course, offends! - a tear sparkled in front of the little angel. - Here is a list of my assignments today, is it Cases? !!! - the kid handed out a piece on which it was clearly written when and what the little angel should do today. If you think that angels just flutter themselves in the sky and sing songs, then you are deeply mistaken! Everything, absolutely all angels are busy with the Work, it’s just that everyone has their own.

   - What are you dissatisfied with? - reading the list, asked the Chief Angel?
   “And I am not happy with the fact that my affairs are invisible and not visible whether I did them or not!” My elder brother is doing it, everyone praises him, congratulates him, says how good he is, how much it means to the whole world — tears of resentment rolled one after another, no matter how the angel tried to restrain them, they didn’t obey him, and they dripped, dripping from his beautiful blue eyes.
   “Do not cry, my dear,” the Main Angel began to console the angel, and gently stroked the light curls on the angel's head. “I seem to know how to help you.”
   - True? - the angel immediately stopped crying, the tears dried up, as if they were not there. “How will you help me?” Will you give me a big, big task? - a joyful hope appeared in the angel's eyes.
   “Not really.” We will go on the road of your affairs and tasks. I authorize you not to comply with them today. Just see, and if they are really unimportant, I will free you from them forever.
   - Forever and ever? - the little angel was delighted.
   “If you don’t change your mind, and you want it yourself,” said the Chief Angel very seriously.
   - I want, even as I want! said the little angel confidently. “How can I change my mind?”
   “You know, everything happens in life,” and smiling mysteriously, he took the hand of a little angel by the hand. “But remember, if three times you have a desire to leave everything as it is, I cannot help you.” Have you flown?
“I am sure that I will not have such a desire!” Flew! - and they went towards the Earth, there the angel had to work every day.
   They quickly reached the ground, this morning it was beautiful. The sun was just flickering its rays, and dewdrops glistening with transparent beads on the leaves and grass. The birds loudly greeted the new day, and the angel froze for a moment to listen to the young nightingale.
   - This nightingale has a great future, it would be nice to hear it next summer! Oh! - the angel looked fearfully at the main angel - is this considered a desire?
   - It is believed, baby, and this is a very good desire. I am glad that there is a place for beauty in your soul, I am glad that you can distinguish true talent among hundreds of ordinary bird voices. But the day has not yet come to an end, and we agreed to trace your path until the evening, so that we have a list there?
   It was written in the list: to make the green light of the traffic light burn for three seconds longer.
   - Here, what is this task? execute it a couple of trifles! - the little angel was indignant.
   “So, I forbid you to do this task.” Let's see what happens. - The little and the Main angel stopped at a crossroads, people walked past them, and no one was surprised because no one had seen them. True, the youngest children very well saw them, and smiled, and some waved their hands and loudly laughed. Angels also waved their hands back. Then a green light came on, a huge crowd of people hurried along the pedestrian crossing to the other side of the street. The very last was an old woman with two heavy bags, she was in a hurry as she could, but the younger and more frisky pushed her away and overtook her. A yellow light had already turned on, and the old woman had just reached the middle of the road, she sighed and decided to quickly run before the red light came on. The drivers echoed impatiently, the cars roaring, as if rushing an old woman.
   “Now, now, my dear, I already ...” said the old woman, there were only three steps left, suddenly one of the drivers could not stand it and pressed the gas, the old woman was frightened, her legs gave way and she fell right at the side of the highway, someone ran to help her up. The old woman was picked up, but the bags remained lying on the road, and everything that was in them rolled under the wheels of roaring cars and turned into a mess. In the eyes of the Angels and people, and the unfortunate old woman, apples, bread, cabbage, beets and carrots were smeared like mashed potatoes. And milk from the broken bottle spread on gray asphalt.
- What am I going to feed Murzik now? the old woman wailed, saddening more about the little kitten that the neighboring children had planted at her than about herself.
   The little angel was ashamed, because the old woman did not have just three seconds, the very ones that were mentioned in the assignment.
   “And the old woman spent all the money she had, and she hoped not to go to the store for a whole week,” the Chief Angel said quietly. Let's go further. What do you have on the list? Further down the list it was meant to shut the window, and it was necessary to rush to the appointed time. Angels flew away from the scene, but the angel still thought what the old woman and her little kitten would eat all these days.
   “What can be done for them?” he asked the Chief Angel.
   -You could extend the green light at the traffic lights for three seconds, and the old woman would have managed to cross the road. - Very calmly answered the Chief Angel. The little angel wanted to answer something, but they had already flown up to the house, where on the seventh floor a window opened from a strong gust of wind.
   - Well, have arrived, come on, wait and see what happens next. - They sat on a tree branch that grew opposite the house. The tree was old, high, the angels could very clearly see what was happening in the apartment with an open window.
   A huge gray cat jumped onto the table, where there was a cage with a parrot, and began to beat around the bush, trying to put its paw in and hook the parrot with red cheeks. The parrot rushed about in panic and screamed as if calling for help. The cat slowly began to move the cage with its nose to the edge of the table, finally, the cage thundered to the floor, the door opened, and the parrot flew out. Having made several circles under the ceiling of the room, the parrot sat on the window sash. At that very moment, the door to the room opened, and a boy of about five ran in, he was in his pajamas, and there was still a trace of a pillow on his cheek, his dark hair was ridiculously sticking out with a hedgehog. The kid saw that the parrot was flying away, took a chair and ran to the open window. The parrot fluttered, but did not fly away, but sat on the ledge, and began to look around and clean the feathers. Meanwhile, the kid framed a chair, and was about to climb on the windowsill to get a parrot, he always hall him:
   - Senya, Senka, come here! Come to me! Go home, Senya! Senechka!
Another second, and the boy could fall out of the window, but ... The little angel understood this earlier, he flew to the seventh floor, gently blew on Senya, so that he was brought back to the house. The angel slammed the window shut so that it could no longer open. The boy’s mother came to the sound of a window slamming, he turned to her and began to happily tell how he was saving Senya. Angels did not hear his words, and so they could guess about everything.
   “Why didn’t you look further?” - asked the main angel, and carefully looked at the little angel
   “Because I understand ...” said the angel quietly.
   - What did you understand?
   “I realized that small things can also be very important, even if no one notices them,” said the little angel looking into the eyes of the Chief Angel.
   “You got it right.”
   “May I fly, fulfill my instructions,” the little angel asked the Chief, “Today I have many important little things!”
   - Fly, baby, fly, - The main angel waved after the angel - Great Deeds are waiting for you!

01/18/10, Lokhvitsa Liliya Akhmedova

Guardian angel with wings
   Go down quietly from heaven
   Will help again with chores,
   Interest will return to goals.

He’ll open his wings wider,
   Will fly to us in time
   And cover from misfortune
   And protect from trouble.

What a wizard cannot do
   Whatever you call him?
   In the heart of spring songs
   Miracles of mutual love.

Vladimir Kostarev

Once upon a time there was a little angel.

He had just been born in an incubator in the heavenly northwestern branch, but the nannies had already done their job - they had cleaned it of shells and other debris, and now he was lying all alone, unnecessary and forgotten by everyone.

He lay and wondered what he should do now. While he is small, they still cannot send him back to the ground - first you will need to go to kindergarten, then to school, then to college - and there you look - and they will give the first task. He thought that was wrong. Because angels must grow up with those they guard. That's more interesting. In the end, children can still see them, and adults do not believe their eyes, and all sorts of prejudices prevent them from seeing angels. The little angel was still thinking about this subject, then hesitantly got on his feet and tried to get out of his incubator cell.

The wings had not yet worked for him, and there were almost none - for example, tiny processes covered with a white delicate fluff. Finally, he overcame the side with difficulty and crossed onto the cold floor. In the children's incubator, the floor was not heated - they saved on electricity: the children hadn’t run yet, and the nannies were doing just that.

Suddenly a thin voice came to him, which cried so bitterly that even the angel had a tearing soul. He looked around, but everything was quiet in the incubator.
  - Where did this cry come from? He thought, listened and determined the direction of the sound.

Crying was heard from behind the closed door of the incubator.
  The angel decided to find out what was the matter, and crawled forward on all fours - so it was most convenient for him to move around. It is good that the door was not closed tightly - otherwise he would not have reached for the handle - after all, newborn angels are no more than 10 centimeters. He leaned on the door with his whole body, and she opened a little more. He crawled out into the corridor and from afar saw a huge space filled with monitors. The monitors showed different people and what they were doing every minute. The angel sat on the floor and put his finger in his mouth - so he was fascinated by the sight of so many lives at the same time. And then he saw it.

On one of the screens, a tiny girl coughed heavily and angrily. Her parents fussed around, but they could not bring down the temperature. The girl was very sick, even such a tiny creature as an angel, I understood that. And he felt so sorry for her that he said:
  - More than anything, I want to be next to this girl!

And suddenly he felt like he was spinning, and he fell on a very earthy, and very wet, cold and, most importantly, solid street. And he realized that he was lost. It is very difficult for a newborn angel to find himself in an unfamiliar place - he does not know at all what to do. And he suddenly felt so sad that he sat right on the damp ground and cried, and the rain poured down on him, so that after a few minutes his tiny wings got completely wet.

And at that moment something big leaned over him. The angel was ready to say goodbye to the white light, because he had forgotten that the angels did not die, but at that moment he was picked up and carried to the house.

Look, what a strange bird! Someone said in a raspy voice and looked at him through thick glasses.
  - Put her in a cage and give me the grains! - he saw another wrinkled face and a gray beard, - probably fell out of the nest!
  - From which nest? Now is the month of October!
- So what, what is October? And where else can a chick come from, if not from a nest?
  - Let me better take it to my granddaughter, she wanted a bird.

The angel was taken in other hands and covered with a palm on top.
  - What a cold! Probably frozen ...
  For a few minutes, the rocking was squeezed in the palms of his hands - and the angel was on the second floor, where a sick girl was breathing heavily, having spread out on a pillow.
  “I found you a bird,” Grandfather said and handed the white lump to the girl.
  - What bird is this? This is an angel! - exclaimed the girl and pressed him
  to your hot cheek.

The angel immediately warmed up and fell asleep, and the girl began to recover. So they have remained together since then. They grew and studied together. And when the girl grew up, she stopped seeing her guardian angel, but never forgot about his existence. And the angel regularly performed his work and protected it from all sorts of troubles and diseases. He only knew that he would die with her - after all, when they hit the earth in infancy, the angels lose their immortality ...

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Every time a good, good child dies, a divine angel comes down from heaven, takes the child in his arms and flies with him on his big wings all his favorite places. On the way, they pick up a whole bunch of different flowers and take them with them to heaven, where they bloom even more magnificent than on earth. God presses all the flowers to his heart, and one flower, which seems to him the cutest, kisses; the flower then receives a voice and can join the choir of blessed spirits.

All this was told by an angel of God to a dead child, taking him to heaven in his arms; the child listened to the angel as if through a dream. They flew over the places where the child so often played during life, flew over the green gardens, where many wonderful flowers grew.

- What are we to take with us to heaven? The angel asked.

There was a beautiful, slender rose bush in the garden, but an evil hand had broken it, so that the branches strewn with large half-opened buds almost wilted and hung sadly.

- Poor bush! - said the child. - Let's take him so that he will bloom there again in heaven.

The angel took the bush and kissed the child so tightly that it slightly opened his eyes. Then they plucked many more lush flowers, but, in addition to them, they took both a modest goldflower and simple pansies.

- Well, now it’s enough! - said the child, but the angel shook his head and they flew on.

The night was quiet, bright; the whole city was asleep, they flew over one of the narrowest streets. On the pavement lay straw, ash and all kinds of rubbish: shards, fragments of alabaster, rags, old bottoms from hats, in a word, everything that had already served its age or had lost all appearance; it was just the day before the move.

And the angel pointed to a broken flower pot lying among this rubbish, from which a lump of earth fell out, all braided by the roots of a large wild flower: the flower wilted and was no longer suitable, it was thrown out.

- Take it with you! - said the angel. - I will tell you about this flower while we fly!

And the angel began to tell.

- In this narrow street, in a low basement, there lived a poor, sick boy. From the earliest years he always lay in bed; when he felt good, he walked on crutches in his closet about two times back and forth, that’s all. Sometimes in the summer the sun looked half an hour into the basement; then the boy sat in the sun and, holding his hands against the light, admired how scarlet blood shone in his thin fingers; such sitting in the sun replaced his walk. He knew about the rich spring cleaning of forests only because the son of a neighbor brought him the first full-grown beech branch in spring; the boy held it above his head and was carried by thought under the green beeches, where the sun shone and the birds sang. Since the son of a neighbor brought the boy wildflowers, between them was one with a root; the boy put him in a flower pot and put it on the window near his crib. It is evident that a light hand planted a flower: it began, began to grow, let out new sprouts, bloomed every year and was for the boy a whole garden, his little earthly treasure. The boy watered him, looked after him and made sure that not a single ray that only made his way into the closet passed. The child lived and breathed his beloved, because he was blooming, fragrant and good for him alone. The boy turned to the flower even at that last minute, when the Lord God called him back ... For a whole year now, like a boy at God; the whole year a flower stood, forgotten by everyone, on the window, wilted, withered and was thrown out into the street along with other rubbish. We took this poor, wilted flower with us: it brought much more joy than the most magnificent flower in the Queen’s garden.

“How do you know all this?” The child asked.

- I know! - answered the angel. - After all, I myself was that poor crippled boy who walked on crutches! I recognized my flower!

And the child opened her eyes wide, wide, peering into the lovely, joyful face of an angel. At that very moment they found themselves in heaven with God, where eternal joy and bliss reign. God pressed the dead child to his heart - and his wings grew, like other angels, and he flew hand in hand with them. God pressed all the flowers to his heart, only the poor, withered wildflower kissed, and he added his voice to the choir of angels that surrounded God; some flew near him, others farther away, others even farther, and so on to infinity, but all were equally blessed. They all sang - both small and large, and a kind, just deceased child, and a poor wildflower thrown out onto the pavement along with litter and trash.