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Speech by Zarathustra

Part is fourth

At noon

- And Zarathustra fled everything, and did not find anyone else. He was alone and continued to meet only himself, he enjoyed and reveled in his loneliness and thought about good things - for an entire clock. At the midday hour, when the sun stood right above the head of Zarathustra, he passed past the old tree, crooked and dry, which was seen by the abundant love of the vine and hidden from itself; Lush yellow clusters hung off the traveler. Then he wanted to satisfy a little thirst and tore one brush; But he barely held out his hand to her, as another desire took possession of him, more powerful - to lie under the tree at the very noon and fall asleep.

So made Zarathustra; And only he lay down on the ground, among the mysterious silence of the motley grass, as he immediately forgot about his little thirst and fell asleep. For, as the saying of Zarathustra says: one thing is more necessary than the other. Only his eyes remained open: for they could not be in the place of seeing and enjoying the tree and love for him of the vine. But, falling asleep, so said Zarathustra in his heart:

"Hush! Hush! Has the world have become perfect? What, however, is happening to me?

As a light breeze invisibly dances on the smooth sea, light as a feather, so - a dream dances on me.

He does not close the eye to me, he leaves his soul wakeful.

He is easy, truly! Light, like a feather.

He convinces me, I don't know how? He touches me with a caressing hand, he forces me. Yes, he forces my soul to stretch

- How long and tired, my strange soul becomes! Was it really the evening of the seventh day for her just at noon! Didn’t she wander too long, blessed, among good and mature things?

She stretches for a long time - more and more! She lies quietly, my strange soul. She tasted too much good; This golden sadness is oppressing her, she fetters her mouth.

- Like a ship that has entered the most quiet pier, it now relies on the ground, tired of long wanderings and unknown seas. Isn't the earth more reliable?

When such a ship pestering the shore, he clings to it then enough for the spider to extend his web from the ground to him. There is no need for a stronger rope.

Like such a tired ship in a quiet pier, I rest so and now I am close to the ground, a devoted, gullible, awaiting, tied to it with the thinnest threads.

Oh happiness! Oh happiness! Would you like to sing, O my soul? You lie in the grass. But now the mysterious, solemn hour, when not a single shepherd plays his pigs.

Beware! Hot noon sleeps on the fields. Do not sing! Quiet! The world is perfect.

Do not sing, you, field bird, oh my soul! Don't even whisper even! Look - there is silence around! The old noon is sleeping, he moves his lips: does he drink a drop of happiness now

- An old, darkened drop of golden happiness, golden wine? Happiness runs over him, his happiness laughs. So is God. Quiet! -

- "For happiness, how little is needed for happiness!" -So I said once and considered myself wise. But it was hula, I learned this now. Wise fools say better.

For all the smallest, the most quiet, the easiest, the rustle of the lizard, a breath, a moment, a moment is a small one, that is the quality of better happiness. Quiet!

- What happened to me: Listen! Did the time fly away? Am I falling? Didn't I fall - listen! - In the well of eternity?

- What happens to me? Quiet! I was stabbed - oh, woe! - in heart? Straight into the heart! Oh, get off, break, heart, after such happiness, after such an injection!

- How? Did the world become perfect now? Round and mature? O Golden Round Zrak - where does he fly? Am I running after him! Quiet! Hush "( - here Zarathustra reached out and felt that he was sleeping)." Get up, you, Snowlove! He said to himself. - You sleeping at noon! Well, get up, you are old legs! It’s time, it’s time for a long time, the good end of the journey has remained for you.

Now you got enough sleep, how long did you sleep? Half of eternity? Well, get up warm