Once upon a time there was one very hot-tempered and short-tempered young man. Then one day his father gave him a bag of nails and told every time he did not keep his anger to drive one nail into the fence post.
On the first day in the column were several dozen nails. The next week, he learned to restrain his anger, and with each passing day the number of nails hammered into pole began to decrease. The young man realized that it is easier to control his temper than to hammer nails.
Finally the day came when he never lost his composure. He told this to his father and he said that this time every day, when his son will be able to control himself, he can pull out from the column on the bottom nail.
Time passed, and the day came when he could tell his father that in a column not a single nail. Then the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence:
- Do a good job, but you see how many holes in a column? He will never be like before. When you tell people something evil, he remains as a scar, as these holes. And no matter how many times after that you're sorry - the scar remains.
