I found this charming fairy tale in the book of my childhood, “From Fairy Tale to Fairy Tale”, Mladé Letá 1984

One woman had two sons. The older one dyed silk fabrics in bright colors and the younger one made beautiful umbrellas out of them. She loved her sons so much that she thought of them all the time. Her heart was never at rest.
It would start raining, and she was already grieving:
“Yay! My eldest’s colored silks won’t dry! How will he live? What will he eat?”
It clears up, the sun shows itself, and she wails again:
“Who will think of rain at such a time? My younger will not sell a single umbrella. He will go hungry.”
And so day after day, she shed tears from morning till evening.
One day as she was sitting on the threshold of her home, she was weeping bitterly as usual. There went an old Granny, all grey, with a stick. She looks at the woman and asks:
“Why are you crying?”
The woman tells her about her grief. The Granny listens to her, shakes her head, and says:
“Oh, you poor thing! Don’t you know that sorrow and joy dwell side by side? But you see only sorrow through your tears. Wipe your eyes, laugh, and then joy will smile upon you, and sorrow will fade into shadow.”
So said the Granny and went on her way.
Indeed, the Mother had wiped her tears and looked around her: and she saw that the sun was shining.
“It is a beautiful day today,” she thought. “My elder’s colored silks are drying well. He will have a nice earning!”
In the evening, it began to rain. Mother sees bubbles popping up in the puddles and thinks to herself:
“My younger one is also doing well. He will sell all the umbrellas!”
And it has been that way ever since. Black clouds cloud the sky, and the old Mother sees the sun behind them. The summer day breathes with scorching heat, and she knows it will rain soon.
And so she is always cheerful at heart. Well, isn’t that right?

Túto skvelú rozprávku na zamyslenie som našla v knižke svojho detstva “Z rozprávky do rozprávky”, Mladé Letá 1984

Príbeh o farbiarovi hodvábu a predavačovi dáždnikov.

Jedna žena mala dvoch synov. Starší farbil pestrými farbami hodvábne tkaniny a mladší z nich robil krásne dáždniky. Mať si synov mala tak rada, že neprestajne myslela iba na nich. Jej srdce nikdy nemalo pokoja.

Zadaždí sa, a ona už smúti:

“Jaj! Môjmu staršiemu neuschnú farebné hodváby! Ako len bude žiť, čo len bude jesť?”

Vyjasní sa, ukáže sa slnce, a mať zase horekuje:

“Ktože v takomto čase pomyslí na dážď? Nepredá môj mladší ani jediný dáždnik. Neborák, akiste sedí lačný.”

A tak deň čo deň prelievala slzy od rána do večera.

Raz sedela na prahu domova a ako zvyčajne horko plakala. Išla tade staručká starenka, celá šedivá, o paličke. Pozrie na ženu a spýta sa:

“Prečo plačes?”

Matka jej vyrozpráva svoje trápenie. Starká ju vypočula, pokývala hlavou a vraví:

“Ach, ty nebožiatko! Vari nevieš, že žiaľ a radosť bývajú vedľa seba? Ale ty cez slzy vidíš iba žiaľ. Utri si oči, zasmej sa a potom sa na teba usmeje radosť a žiaľ ujde do tône.”

To starká povedala a išla si ďalej svojou cestou.

Mať si naozaj utrela slzy a poobzerala sa okolo seba: i vidí, že slnko svieti.

“Krásny deň je dnes,” pomyslela si. “Môjmu staršiemu dobre schnú farebné hodváby. Bude mať pekný zárobok!”

Podvečer začalo pršať. Mať vidí, ako na mlákach vyskakujú bubliny, a myslí si:

“Aj môjmu mladšiemu sa dobre darí. Všetky dáždniky popredá!”

A od tých čias už tak bývalo. Čierne mračná zatiahnu nebo, a stará mať vidí za nimi slnce. Letný deň dýcha sparou, a mať už popredku vie, že čoskoro bude dážď.

A tak jej jej na srdci vždy veselo. No a či to nie je správne?