From the author: I have nothing and desire nothing. You have a lot and yet you want more. Some important things in our lives are kept in a vigilant heart for many years. Sometimes these important things remain “unpacked”. One of us is “lucky” in a big way, and at some age, sometimes before sixty years old, let’s say, for example, that by forty, we decide to “open” the heart’s parcel, look at her “in the face”, and... suddenly she stops bleeding.. And “suddenly” we are given a secret message intended only for us. Masha hated school. Every time she had to get up in the dark and walk through the cold to her first lesson, she felt her stomach hurt and her cheekbones cramp. The girl told her mother: “I have a booooooooot of life!” Mom looked sternly at her daughter and answered: “Don’t be stupid! Hurry up, get dressed, go have breakfast and go to school!” Masha sighed, a lump rolled from her childish eight-year-old throat to her stomach, and stopped like a stone somewhere in her stomach. At night, Mashenka once again had a nightmare involving her first teacher, an excellent student in public education, a year before retirement, in the lessons there was iron discipline and high performance: for every wrong answer, the student was “slapped” in the face or “rewarded” with a sarcastic remark. In the dream, the teacher was stone-faced a statue of black color and enormous height. Suddenly this statue found itself lying on the ground. Little Masha stood nearby and hit the statue with all her childish strength with a stick. Her jaws were clenched tightly, and her stomach felt like a large, hard, heavy stone. “Masha, get up, it’s time to go to school,” the girl heard her mother’s voice. “Children,” said the teacher, an excellent student of public education, a year before retirement, iron discipline and high academic performance in the lessons. For natural history lessons, we were allocated 15 new observation diaries for our class. Those who have old and shabby diaries, come to the board, I will replace them with new ones for you.” Masha thought about her diary and decided not to go to the board. “My diary is not old and not shabby, besides, my nanny and I carefully wrapped it in a cover.” “Well, children,” said the voice of an excellent student in public education, a year before retirement, iron discipline and high academic performance in the lessons, let’s hurry up, come out, don’t you want to get a brand new diary? Well, who else!? And you, Masha, why are you sitting? Don't you want a new diary? Well, then come out!” Masha didn’t want to go out. Some quiet and timid voice inside her whispered to her that she shouldn’t go out. However, it was an unfamiliar voice, and a quiet one at that. The eyes of an excellent student of public education, a year before retirement, iron discipline and high academic performance in the lessons, drilled into Masha and demanded that she come to the blackboard. And Masha came out.. “Children, look at all those who came to the board. If I give them new diaries, they will turn them into old and tattered ones. Therefore, I will distribute new diaries to those who did not come to the board!” Five hundred gold coins: One of Junayd’s followers came to him with a wallet containing five hundred gold coins. “Do you have money other than these?” - asked the Sufi. - Yes, there are. - Do you want to have more? - Yes, I do. - Then keep them for yourself, because you need them more than I do. I have nothing and desire nothing. You have a lot and still want more. Today Masha is a grown woman. After a year of therapy and directly three months of working with the image of the teacher, Maria learned to be grateful for this childhood situation, including the fact that her inner voice was no longer quiet. Maria hears this voice clearly and clearly. A heartfelt parcel delivered to the addressee.