About Ben-Nun
Matvey, April 9, 2009, 21:04
Once upon a time, a creative person, Ben-Nun by name, decided to write a story.
Ben-Nun set down to a table, took a paper, a pen and paused to think.
Ben-Nun didn’t know what to write about, to begin, decided to write about himself.
But Ben-Nun did not want everybody to know that he was writing about himself.
And then Ben-Nun concocted that even thought he would be writing about himself, he would not call himself Ben-Nun in the story.
But he would call himself in the story Doctor Motulsky, so that nobody could guess.
“One day, there was a man, Doctor Motulsky by name” wrote Ben-Nun and mused for a second.
And so Doctor Motulsky decided to write a story.
But Doctor Motulsky didn’t know what to write about, and, for starters, decided to write about himself.
But he was rather revolting specimen and even disgusting one.
He had a terrible smell from the ears, and grew bugs under his arms.
Therefore he decided not to write the truth about himself, but to invent something beautiful.
Something about god, and about stars, and about singing in chorus.
About a forest and about a lake and about leaf fall.
Indeed, it is better this way, thought Ben-Nun. Why should I right all the truth about myself?
And Ben-Nun stroked through everything written, scrunched up the paper and throw it over his shoulder into a waste-paper basket.
But Ben-Nun has forgotten that he did not have any waste-paper basket, and the scrunched paper flew out of the window.
And at that very time Doctor Motulsky passed along the street, and the scrunched paper went right into his hands.
Doctor Motulsky was very neat and punctual person, and never ever lost a single paper in his life.
Doctor Motulsky neatly smoothed the paper, took it to his neat flat and neatly put it into a neat document case on a neat shelf.
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