Krenula dva čoveka preko kamene pustinje ka gradu u kome će onaj koji prvi stigne biti pobednik. Od trećine puta jednog ponesoše na rukama.
Drugi je išao sam, padao, dizao se. Pazio da ga ne ujedu smrtonosne otrovnice. Izranavljen od oštrog kamenja, iscrpljen, stiže u grad na slavlje.
Njegov suparnik je već sedeo u svečanom odelu, svež, veseo, a masa mu je klicala: “Pobednik! Pobednik!”
Kad ugledaše izranavljenog, zadiviše se…
Poče komešanje, žagor, ko je pobednik, ali neko povika ka prvome: “Pobednik!” i masa nastavi da mu kliče.
Onaj drugi se vrati u pustinju.
O lažnim idolima, popularnosti i pobednicima.
Two men started a journey over the stone desert toward the city. The one who gets there first will be the winner. After one third of the road, people started to carry a first men.
The second one went alone. He was falling and rising during the road. He was careful not to be bitten from the deadly poisonous. Wounded from the sharp rocks, exhausted, he got to the city for the festival.
His rival was already sitting in the ceremonial dress, fresh and cheerful, and the mass was applauding: “Winner! Winner!”
But when they saw him wounded, they got amazed…
Murmur started, muttering and complaints who is the winner, but someone started shouting toward the first man: “He is the winner!” and mass continued cheering toward him.
The second man went back to desert.
About false idols, popularity and winners.