She:
- I am not free with you, but true love should be free!
He (sighing): - Give me that cord. - Takes it in hands, unwinds a ball and ties one end to his leg, and another to her. - Let's play a little game, don't u mind?
She:
- OK!
He:
- This cord is our love. Pretend, that I give you freedom and I let u go. Now go!
She moves off a ittle, but then the cord comes to an end:
- I cannot farther - (triumphs) - your love does not allow me to go!
He softly corrects:
- Our love! And now try again. Pull more strongly.
She tries, but the cord cuts a leg:
- It hurt's me!
He gets a piece of foam rubber, comes to her, unties a cord on a leg, winds a leg with foam rubber and again rolls up a cord. moves off back.
- Try again. More strongly!
She tries again. He screws up the face from a pain - now the cord cuts his leg.
- Now it is not hurt me, - she says, - but I cannot leave from you all the same, the cord does not let!
He:
- And now try to cook a diner. She starts, but the cord does not allow her to move freely.
- It hinders me (she complains).
- Well, - he says, come and tender kisses her. She melts in his strong and gentle hands. - Let's do it together. They cook the dinner together, and he helps her and does not go off from her too far.
- Well, - he says when they sit down at the table, - have not you forgotten yet that we are connected by a cord?
- oh!! - she says, - have forgotten.
He unties a cord and they have dinner. After a dinner:
- Have you understood at least something? - he asks.
- Hmm ...but what should I understand?
He sighs again:
- Ok sweety, let's go to bed, it is late!
And only at night, lying without dream and looking in a ceiling he will continue the dialogue with her in his mind:
- You should understand, that if you try to keep away from me in joy or in sorrow then you will feel pulling together with a cord not freedom. The love will disturb you. But if we are together you forget, that there is the cord, that something limits you.
- And why you have tied with a cord our legs? - she asks.
- Because in a real life, this cord is tied to our hearts, - he answers
- And why you have then tied with foam rubber my leg, but did not begin to tie urs? - she asks.
- Without foam rubber, you felt a pain. Foam rubber are your coarsened feelings. But if you do not feel a pain, it does not mean, that isn't hurt me. And remember, that in real life it is our hearts, instead of legs are connected.
She will keep silent, but he will I think to himself that it is possible and very simply to solve the problem if there is a knife or scissors and he can do nothing. But he will not tell her about it, never because he does not want to lose her because he is ready to suffer any pain only if she is near him, together with him. Because he LOVES her.
