The great destiny of the book

The great destiny of the book

Ancient Greek myths have long attracted the attention of artists, poets, sculptors. One of the most famous is the myth of the greatest Athenian architect and artist Dedale, who, with the will of King Minos, was locked up on the island of Crete. Many beautiful sculptures and paintings were created by Daedalus, he even built a labyrinth for the Minotaur, until he developed the most reliable and sure way to save himself and save his little son Icarus. From wax and feathers Daedalus made two pairs of wings, capable of lifting one adult man and one little boy into the air. Strictly punished father Ikaru stay close, not going down to the sea waves and not rising to the sun. But for a short while Ichar had the patience to follow his father strictly.

Admired by the beauty and radiance of the Sun, he rose higher than Dedalus allowed. From the heat, the soft wax melted, and the disintegrating wings could no longer bear the boy. He fell into the sea. The inconsolable father tried in vain to find his son amidst the seething waves. Too expensive for Daedalus freedom, however, no matter how sorry he was in his decision, there was nothing to change.

Never again Daedalus ascended to the sky, destroyed its wings – the old dream of people about the flight. It seems to me that the great artist deceived himself, because wings were not to blame for what happened. Be Daedalus more attentively, take care of the little boy in time – trouble would not happen. This is the lesson I learned after reading this tragic myth.


The great destiny of the book