With Regards to the Promised Salary Increase for Doctors / Jeovany
Posted on March 30, 2014
It’s said that on a misty winter day the old Chinese emperor, aroused by
the longing for spring, desired to delight his eyes with a painting of a
beautiful bird, and as the desire of any emperor is an order for his
vassals, the search began immediately, first among the artists of the
court, and later further and further afield, to the borders of that vast
empire that seems to be the borders of entire world.
So, after long investigations, they found in the most distant region, a
painter as skilled as he was wise: it was said that after so much
reflection on the mysteries of the universe he had come to glimpse the
most hidden secrets of the universe; it was said he could talk to the
birds in the forest.
That humble maestro was presented to the sovereign who solicitously
asked what he needed to paint the perfect bird, a beauty never seen in
live, a bird worthy of adorning the palace of an emperor. The wise
painter answered that he needed a large workshop, five servants, one
year, and one hundred gold coins. “So be it!” commanded the emperor.
They tell how a year passed and the maestro was sent for and he came,
just as he was, and to the scandal of the idle court, wearing his
stained painter’s smock. The sovereign asked, “Is your work ready?”
“No my Lord,” responded the maestro, “now I need a still larger
workshop, ten servants, five years and two hundred gold coins.”
“So be it!” commanded the emperor.
They tell how five winters later the maestro was again called to appear
before the sovereign. “Let’s see,” he said, “show me, finally, your work.”
“It’s still not ready, my Lord,” responded the maestro, “I need ten more
servants, five more years, and five hundred gold coins.”
Not believing his ears, the emperor consulted his ministers and
counselors who warned him against such an absurdity. But the longing for
spring overcame him and he decided, again, that it would be thus.
Finally after five more long winters, the emperor, compelled by hope and
curiosity and determined not to wait one more day, decided to visit
himself the workshop of the painter who now seemed too demanding. When
he entered with his entourage he found himself enveloped in a mysterious
light, in silence, in the middle of the spacious salon. The maestro
bowed with respect.
“Everything is ready, my Lord,” he said, and immediately revealed to the
incredulous a blank canvas. At the offense, the emperor stared,
Only then did the maestro take a few minutes to mix the exact colors,
and according to the legend, before the astonishment of the emperor and
the amazement of the court, he painted, in sublime and serene strokes,
the most beautiful nightingale in the world.
10 March 2014
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