After many days of travel, the optimistic nightingale was flying above the town of Aatcha and thought to herself:“ Hmm, I start to get tired. I should find a balcony or something to rest for some days. Hey, there's a nice one right there.”So she went down to the balcony and made herself comfortable with the new environment. While trying to warm up her voice, she took a peek through the window and saw a really sad man inside the house. Just the thought of someone being sad or upset was a real burden for the optimistic nightingale, so she decided that it would be a good time for her to start singing, and so she did. She sang some of the most beautiful songs she knew. With difficult passages, with ups and downs, until she remained breathless, but you know, my friends, that the master of the house was deaf so he couldn't hear the beautiful songs of the nightingale and so he stood there absorbed by his depression and melancholy.The nightingale began to wonder ... was it her? Was she losing her voice? Her gifts? No, no, no, such thoughts must go away.“ Ook, I have something for you, mister! “ She gathered her powers and began to sing Beethoven's 9th Symphony. You know, our nightingale wasn't only optimistic, but she also had great musical knowledge, she knew everything.So she sang with all her heart for the enjoyment of her sad host.Reaction? Absolutely none.The Nightingales are very sensitive creatures whose self confidence is supported by people's admiration towards their songs and when that doesn't happen even the most optimistic nightingale like our friend here can become really sad and that's exactly what happened to her: the confidence was going down with the speed of light making room to desperation and insecurity.When the master of the house turned his head towards the balcony felt a little relief when he saw a nightingale who seemed more sad then he was.“ Hey, look at that, maybe I could make a new friend!” thought he and went out on the balcony.When the not so optimistic nightingale saw him coming she said to herself that she is going to give it one more try.“ Alright, Scriabin, the last Ace from my sleeve. If this won't give you thrill than nothing will.” And so she begun to sing Scriabin's 10th with great effort and heart. She sang so beautifully that all the other birds stopped to hear her. The squirrels and even the master's neighbors were all going through some kind of color seeing trance none of them weren't capable of doing anything else but listening to her, that's how beautiful she sang.Only the master of the house was staring at a troubled nightingale looking like she's about to give her last breath so he gazed sadly at her. The nightingale stopped and talked to him in english- How can you be so cold? Don't you like my voice? Why? Is it rusty? Tell me! My mission is to bring happiness and joy to the world so would you please give me a smile, a cry, anything? Please!The man saw the nightingale on the edge, she was on the point of losing her mind so he thought all this might be his fault so he went back inside. Seeing this, the depressed nightingale gave up on singing and on life and did what nightingales do when the time comes: auto mutilation. She begun to eat herself from down. She ate her little claws, than her little body until only a head remained on the fence of the balcony.“ Goodbye, world and sorry I wasn't good enough... “ and closed her eyes forever.All this harakiri thing gave the master of the house a big thrill. I mean, come on, is not every day that you see a nightingale eating her own body so he laughed and cried in the same time for about 10 minutes.Then he wiped his tears, blew his nose, threw the nightingale's head in the garbage and came back to his sad, deaf and depressed place.
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