What is the story of "The Tale of the White Bull"?

And do not tell you a fairy tale about a white bull? - Tell me. "Well, I'll tell you that." So, a fairy tale about a white bull-calf? Narrate? "Tell me!" "Or not tell?" - Do not tell me. - And can, still tell a fairy tale about a white bull-calf? ..

What is it for?

Probably, such a tediousness can drive a person mad. Bring to white heat - that's for sure. Nothing annoys so much as a constant, boring, and most importantly, meaningless repetition of the same thing. It can be words, lyrics, sounds or musical chords. By the way, there is such a sophisticated form of torture, which is called the "music box". The person is placed in the camera and includes some boring sound. It sounds endlessly until the unfortunate is going crazy or does not agree to give out a secret.

So, a fairy tale about a white bull. Do you tell me what this cute animal was up to? Not that a bull who "goes-swaying, sighs on the run" - this story has at least a finale in the form of an ending board. Should I tell or not? You could tell, but there's no fault behind him. Unless he is guilty of being born white, not brown or piebald, like all respectable bull-calves.

Or maybe it's white?

It may very well be that this phraseology is based on the principle of contradiction. "The Tale of the White Goblet" is a story about how someone or something does not fit into the generally accepted framework. And for the embodiment of this original essence, the main role is historically assigned to white color. Is it not because of him that an eternal outcast lives a white crow? Is it not a white coat on someone from passers-by in the muddy abomination that causes the driver-ignoramus an acute desire to drive through a puddle and pour a daredevil from head to foot?

But the Spaniards have, incidentally, a fairy tale about a white bull, the value of which is not related to boring. Should I tell you? Or not? Or maybe tell? Okay, listen.

There lived a white goby

He lived, as it should, in a herd of bull-calves, from which he differed only in his white suit. Needless to say, every black bull considered it his duty to chase him on the pen, kick him with a sharp horn in a white side, keep him out of the trough until everyone is full and get drunk ... And about getting closer to the pen with young stallions, There could be no question! And they sniffed at him scornfully: fi, he's white, he will never be admitted to the arena with hot toreador. A herd of indomitable black bull-calves did indeed prepare for big competitions.

It was a great day, and the whole herd was loaded into carriages and taken to the big city, to the main battles. The black bulls were magnificent, they fought ... and died. And those who survived were sent to the slaughterhouse - they have already fulfilled their duty.

And history took a completely different turn from that day. In the pen he was left alone. Young heifers now paid attention to him. And soon a lot of small calves of white color grazed on the meadow. That's the whole fairy tale about the white bull-calf in Spanish.

And do not sing ...

That's right, it's the same fairy tale about the white bull. The phraseology may seem to be drawn behind the ears. But the very method of "getting" a person with monotonous and meaningless repetitions has quite taken root in musical folklore. How do you like this song:

Went (someone) to the bazaar

And he bought a bast.

This song is good,

Start over again.

That's all, at least stand, at least fall! Rather, the one who this verse will sing ten times (or one hundred, depending on the state of the psyche of the listener) will fall. It's amazing, but many modern songwriters probably do not know the fairy-tale about the white bull, if they can repeat the same phrase in the song dozens of times. As one parodist sang, "love love, yeah." Well than not "the priest had a dog"?

When do you use this phraseology?

Without even noticing it, many people often say that this is an absolutely innocent animal - that very bull-albino. And how not to remember if someone infinitely itches over the ear, repeating the same, all the annoying information? If the same situation is repeated with enviable persistence? If our neighbors (or distant) do the same unconstructive, to put it mildly, actions? And if we ourselves again and again attack the same rake? How can I not exclaim in my heart: "Again, twenty-five!" And even better: "Here's a fairy tale about a white bull!"

What do you want to do with this?

Nothing should continue indefinitely, especially - tediousness, whining and extortion of others! Who is to blame and what to do? How, did not you read the fairy tale about the white bull? True, there is nothing to read ... The usual tale that someone likes to pour from empty to empty, while demanding the presence of an audience. The output in this situation is one: the signal is "stop". You can not listen to what you do not want to hear out of false modesty. You can not allow someone to devour your nerve cells, time, mental strength. And there is always another option: to stop a meaningless stream (words, actions or music) and send it along another channel, where there is room for such concepts as good, positive and, finally, common sense.

Or tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?