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a story for trust
Once upon a time three faithful and inseparable companions. Theirs name is Love, Friendship and Trust ...  When the three were together, everything was wonderful. This lasted until one day did not have love to go on a business trip. No how longer he is crying out.  But before you part with your friends, it assured them: - When you sad lot to me, look at me, I'm not so far away. Where you see a couple to watch with desire and longing eyes, know that there I will and I- Love said, and left ...  - Well if so, you'd better I assume my duties to - said after a friendship of trust. - But you do not worry when you need me will easily find me. Where you see two people who and cry and laugh together, know that I'm with them and I ...  Trust opened his mouth and started to say something in farewell, but ... friendship already been left, without hearing the last words of his companion. And went away ... Then trust left all alone, quietly whispered as though more to himself: - Me once you lose me, you can not find me ...

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A story about friendship
In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?". "Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test.". "Triple filter?". "That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" "No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and...". "All right," said Socrates. "So you don't know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?" . "No, on the contrary...". "So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of Usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?" "No, not really." "Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

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A story about Respect Native American fairytale from South America

Once upon a time, during autumn a bat was flying from branch to branch making a lot of noise, because she was cold. The king of the birds, the Eagle heard her and told her:

“Why are you making so much noise?”

“Because I am cold” she answered

“But all the other birds are quiet!!” the king said

“They are quiet because they are not so cold…they have feathers! I don’t have not even one feather!!” she cried

The eagle decided to call all the birds in front of him and asked them to give the bat one feather each.  When the bat put on all the feathers,  she became a really wonderful bird. Each feather had a different colour and the spectacle was amazing. The bat thought that she was the best in the forest! She decided not to talk to the other birds and she was all day admiring her beauty.

The birds complaint to the eagle about the her: “ If it wasn’t for us, she would still be naked and cold!!! And now she doesn’t even look at us!!! She is soooo arrogant!”

Then the eagle called the  bat. “My dear bat”, he said, “All the birds made complaints about you. They say  that you care only about your new feathers, you don’t talk to them and you have become really arrogant. Is it true?”

“They are jealous! Because I am more beautiful than them. Look at me!!” she answered and opened her wonderful feathers.

“OK”, the eagle said , “Now, every bird will take back the feather that gave you. If you are really beautiful,  you don’t need their feathers!”

The birds took all the feathers back and the bat remained naked as she used to be. She was so ashamed of her new look that she flew away ….and since then she flies only at night!

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DG ''Slance" Asenovci / Bulgaria                                            A bad word is not forgotten                                                                     In a forest there was a cave in her small bears. End cave woodcutter chopped wood and saw that a teddy bear came out of a bush and hung in Shipka. Struggling to poor bear to be removed from the sharp thorns of wild rose, but could not. Woodman saw him, domilyalo his left ax and went, and helped teddy and disconnect from wild rose. Then he embraced him and referred to the cave, left him only to get better and come back, and grabbed the ax and started working. Somewhere close was the bear, the mother of a teddy bear, she saw what made the man and went to his reward:- Man, you did me great good - she said. - Do you want to become friends?The man agreed and the two became friends. At first the man was afraid of the bear, but is gradually get used to it and become great friends. Every time we come to the forest for firewood, the bear went out and helped him while loaded the car and then long it sent and persuade new meetings there near the cave where he saved a teddy bear. And the man many times been in the woods wood has stayed near the cave bear helped him and talked like good comrades.They became so close and beloved friends that once, when they parted, kissed on the mouth, and the man said the bear:- Oh, good friend, a very good friend, it is your nice, but one you do not think: smell your soul bad! The man did not even think well what is said, and is not, and guessed that the word might offend the bear. A bear drooping. Heavy as stone, fallen human word in her heart and squeezed it hurt, but nothing told him only stretched his neck and begged: - Man, give me the ax blows to the head as you heavily if not, it will eat you!Man trying in every way to beg the bear not to hit her. But it does not depart from the said word hit me hard and so! I do not hit you, I will eat you! And finally, she not given way, he swung the ax and struck her strong, and she made a big wound. Divide dejected, but nevertheless agreed to look the same place near the cave.Many times gone then woodcutter in the forest, strayed into a cave, but never met with the bear. He thought that she died from severe wound, and could not help but wonder why so it occurred to want to cut when they were such good friends. Many years passed and the man forgot about the bear. But once accidentally pounced on it in the woods. Poznan, shaking hands, talking like old friends. When man car loaded with firewood and prepared to drove oxen Bear told him:- Studied it well my head, my friend, if you see the wound where ever hit me with the ax. The man unfolded a wave of her neck - the wound was healed and even no sign, and said the bear: - And well, my friend, it does not even know have been wound. And I remember very nice as yesterday was, they hit pretty heavily, and even then I thought you died from a deep wound.Bear said, - You see, my good friend, the wound healed, and I forgot about it, but that word, where I said then, I will not forget as long as I live. From me to you: gash heals and bad word not forget.

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DG ''Slance" Asenovci / Bulgaria                                            A bad word is not forgotten                                                                     In a forest there was a cave in her small bears. End cave woodcutter chopped wood and saw that a teddy bear came out of a bush and hung in Shipka. Struggling to poor bear to be removed from the sharp thorns of wild rose, but could not. Woodman saw him, domilyalo his left ax and went, and helped teddy and disconnect from wild rose. Then he embraced him and referred to the cave, left him only to get better and come back, and grabbed the ax and started working. Somewhere close was the bear, the mother of a teddy bear, she saw what made the man and went to his reward:- Man, you did me great good - she said. - Do you want to become friends?The man agreed and the two became friends. At first the man was afraid of the bear, but is gradually get used to it and become great friends. Every time we come to the forest for firewood, the bear went out and helped him while loaded the car and then long it sent and persuade new meetings there near the cave where he saved a teddy bear. And the man many times been in the woods wood has stayed near the cave bear helped him and talked like good comrades.They became so close and beloved friends that once, when they parted, kissed on the mouth, and the man said the bear:- Oh, good friend, a very good friend, it is your nice, but one you do not think: smell your soul bad! The man did not even think well what is said, and is not, and guessed that the word might offend the bear. A bear drooping. Heavy as stone, fallen human word in her heart and squeezed it hurt, but nothing told him only stretched his neck and begged: - Man, give me the ax blows to the head as you heavily if not, it will eat you!Man trying in every way to beg the bear not to hit her. But it does not depart from the said word hit me hard and so! I do not hit you, I will eat you! And finally, she not given way, he swung the ax and struck her strong, and she made a big wound. Divide dejected, but nevertheless agreed to look the same place near the cave.Many times gone then woodcutter in the forest, strayed into a cave, but never met with the bear. He thought that she died from severe wound, and could not help but wonder why so it occurred to want to cut when they were such good friends. Many years passed and the man forgot about the bear. But once accidentally pounced on it in the woods. Poznan, shaking hands, talking like old friends. When man car loaded with firewood and prepared to drove oxen Bear told him:- Studied it well my head, my friend, if you see the wound where ever hit me with the ax. The man unfolded a wave of her neck - the wound was healed and even no sign, and said the bear: - And well, my friend, it does not even know have been wound. And I remember very nice as yesterday was, they hit pretty heavily, and even then I thought you died from a deep wound.Bear said, - You see, my good friend, the wound healed, and I forgot about it, but that word, where I said then, I will not forget as long as I live. From me to you: gash heals and bad word not forget.

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And we sometimes like poor woodcutter in the story, express words, which he later regret. For example, when we are angry, we are impulsive and say things you do not really think. Only when calm down, we realize his words and wonder how we could have scolded so for something so small. Repent and apologize, but sometimes it is too late. Spoken words and insults easily in the mind and hard to forget. So before you say something under the influence of strong emotions better to take a deep breath and - as claimed by folk wisdom - to count to ten. Just think how many misunderstandings will save so!

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Antonella Colletti 2nd D Primary School, Colle di Val d'Elsa

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Antonella Colletti 2nd D Primary School, Colle di Val d'Elsa

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              THE LION AND THE MOUSE
Once, when a Lion was asleep, a little Mouse began running up and down upon him.
This soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon the little mouse, and opened his big jaws to swallow him.
"Pardon, King of the forest,"
cried the little Mouse: "Forgive me this time, I shall never forget it! One day I will be helpful to you!"
The Lion was so tickled at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and let him go.
Sometime after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry him alive to the King, tied him to a tree, while they went in search of a wagon to carry him on.  Just then the little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the Beasts.
 "Was I not right?" said the little Mouse.


            Little friends may prove great friends.

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Marianthi Arvanitidou -1st Primary School of Komotini

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Marianthi Arvanitidou -1st Primary School of Komotini

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Two boys and Santa Claus
Rodd and Todd. So were named the two lucky children chosen to go and see Santa Claus himself up at the North Pole. A magic sleigh was sent to their homes to collect them, and they flew north, pirouetting through the clouds, as Christmas music played. Everything they came across was marvellous, never in their wildest dreams could they have imagined it all, and they excitedly waited to see that loveable red figure who had spent so many years bringing them gifts every Christmas.When the moment finally arrived, they entered a great hall and were left alone. The hall was dark and empty: all there was was a large desk right at the back, and a big chair behind it. Some elves came in and said:
"Santa Claus is very busy. You'll only be able to see him for a short while, so make the most of it."
Rodd and Todd waited a long time, in silence, thinking of what to say. But they forgot everything when the hall began filling with lights and colours. Santa Claus appeared on the big chair, and as soon as he did so, the large desk became covered with all the toys the two boys had ever wanted. How exciting! While Todd ran to hug Santa Claus, Rodd went over to the bicycle he had always dreamed of having. Santa was only there for a few seconds, just enough for Todd to say "thank you", and for him to feel like the happiest boy in the World, and Santa disappeared before Rodd had even looked at him. Rodd felt like he'd wasted his great good fortune, and he had done so by first looking at the toys. He cried and complained, demanding that Santa come back, but within a few hours the two boys had been returned to their homes.From that day on, every time Rodd saw a toy he felt the excitement of receiving a present, but he would instantly look around to see what else of importance he was missing. And in this way he came to see the sad eyes of the lonely, the poverty of children whose greatest gift would be a piece of bread, or the suffering of others who had gone for years without a hug or hearing "I love you". And, unlike that night at the North Pole, when he hadn't known how to choose, Rodd learned to go in the right direction, helping those who had nothing, giving love to those who almost never received it, and putting smiles on the faces of the unhappy.
All by himself, he managed to change the atmosphere of his town, and no one could know him without being grateful to him. And, one Christmas, while he was sleeping, he felt someone tugging his leg. Rodd opened his eyes and saw the long white beard and the soft red suit, and he sank into the big, warm embrace. And so they were, together for a while, until Rodd spoke, in a quiet voice, accompanied by tears.
"Forgive me. I didn't know how to choose what was most important."
But Santa Claus answered with a smile:
"Forget that. Tonight it was me who had to choose, and I chose to spend some time with the best boy in the World, just before I leave you the great gift you've earned for yourself. Thank you!”
And the next morning, there were no presents under the Christmas tree. That Christmas, the gift had been so big that it couldn't fit down the chimney; the only place it could fit was in Rodd's heart.