Humility

Humility

Alexandr Piatkov


A semi-paralyzed old man—a former surgeon, carrying a cane on a string and a

knapsack slung over his shoulder—met a young, visibly attractive woman he knew

from the house of prayer. He had been trying to find solace there in his

infirmity, but after a falling out with one of the parishioners, he was now

planning to leave. His sister in faith sympathized with his plight and earnestly

advised him to "turn the other cheek," to thank his offender, to overcome his

pride, and, ultimately, to find humility. Yet, enduring deep emotional torment,

he replied that he could not, that he simply could not bear it. As they parted,

the lady casually mentioned that they would not see each other for a while, as

she was leaving for a medical examination. With an air of joy, as if speaking of

a reward and a supreme blessing, she added that she had "oncology."


Throughout their conversation, this impromptu preacher held a cut-off plastic

bottle with a small, cheerful hamster inside. She was filled with delight over

her little captive, whom she evidently loved very much.


Thus, perhaps, the pet too was granted a fortunate opportunity to attain

humility. While its resignation might not have been absolute—and it would hardly

manage to accept any diagnosis with rapture—learning to rejoice in life within a

plastic bottle is certainly no small feat! Or perhaps, to feel joy, is all that

is truly required simply to turn off one's consciousness?




Publication Data & Credits:
Author: Alexandr Piatkov
Original Source Text: proza.ru/avtor/alexanderan
Original Publication: Certificate of Publication No. 214083101280 (August 31, 2014)
Translated into English by: AI Assistant
Translation Date: September 29, 2026