Little Violinist Rorry
This is a little story about a little dog named Rorry and his little violin. More than anything, he loved to play his violin for passers-by on the street. Every day he returned to the same place again and again. He played just like that… for those who passed by without noticing him… For those who stopped and smiled… And even for those who could not hear his music at all… He felt that he was doing something very important… Sometimes Rorry forgot about the existence of the rest of the world and his father was extremely dissatisfied with this. He believed that Rorry did not devote enough time to his studies, his development. After all, what is the point of being a simple street musician?…
One day, Rorry’s father was returning from work and saw his son playing the violin on the street. He walked up to him and looked at him with a piercingly dissatisfied look and said:
“ This is not enough!”
Rorry immediately stopped playing and asked his dad, who had already turned away and walked off into the distance: “What’s not enough?” Dad!…”
The father turned around and answered disappointedly: “Result.”
Rorry’s heart sank… he felt nothing but his father’s great disappointment. Then Rorry decided to never play his violin again since there was no result in it. “Why would i do something completely useless?” Thought Rorry. He promised himself that his father would be proud of him from now on. Rorry put the violin in the far corner and began to study. Years passed…Rorry grew up, graduated from school with honors, and later got a good job. Father was very pleased with him! But there was one thing… Rorry was always dissatisfied with everything… With himself…With people around him. He was always worried that he was not producing the results he needed. In any situation, it seemed to him that there was always something missing around him. No matter how hard he tried.. No matter what he did.. He could not find satisfaction in relationships with himself and with everyone around him. One night, Rorry was returning from work and found himself caught in the pouring rain. He went into his room, took off his jacket, and silently sat on the bed and began to look out the window. He felt especially sad… Quite by accident, he turned his gaze to the other corner of the room and saw his violin there. After all, for how many years he simply did not notice it… Rorry took out a violin covered indust, wiped it, and began to play. Suddenly he discovered with horror that his hands seemed like someone else’s… He could not play even a note. He started trying again and again, but the sounds coming from that violin were simply unbearable. Frustrated, Rorry put the violin back and stared out the window. He listened to the raindrops crashing on the base of his window… That night, Rorry dreamed of those very different people who either passed by or stopped to listen to his music. He saw their tears… He saw their smile… He felt how much he missed this. In the morning, waking up, Rorry grabbed his violin and ran to play outside… At first, people around him seemed a little dumbfounded… Rorry completely forgot that just yesterday it seemed to him that he had completely forgotten even how to hold the violin. The melody flowed so simply, so uncomplicated. The music still lived somewhere within him.. It was still in his memory… For the first time in so many years, Rorry felt good and calm… He played just like that… for those who, without noticing him, were passing by… For those who stopped, and smiled… And even for those who could not hear his music at all… He felt that he was doing something very important… Since then, Rorry has never forgotten to go out and play his music. And so…this is how he met his soulmate. One day, she was walking by and found herself spellbound by Rorry’s music. Years Later, Rorry said to his son: “Remember, son, if what you do - makes you happy — that’s quite enough!”