But do not tell you a fairy tale about a white bull? - Tell me. - Well, I’ll tell you so. So, a fairy tale about a white bull? Narrate? - Tell me! - Or not to tell? - Do not tell me. - Or maybe still tell a fairy tale about a white bull? ..
What is it for?
Perhaps this tedium can drive a person crazy. Bring to a white heat - that's for sure. Nothing is so annoying as a constant, boring, and most importantly, devoid of any sense repetition of the same. It can be words, lines of a song, 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 a cell and some boring sound is turned on. It sounds endlessly until the unfortunate one goes insane or agrees to reveal a secret.
So, the tale of a white bull. Would you tell me what this cute animal was guilty of ? Not the goby that “walks, sways, sighs on the go” - this story even has a finale in the form of an ending board. To tell or not? You could tell, only there is no fault for him. Unless he is guilty of being born white, and not brown or piebald, like all respectable gobies.
Or maybe it's white?
It may very well be that this phraseological unit is based precisely on the principle of contradiction. "The Tale of the White Bull" 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 given to white. Is it not because of him that the white crow lives forever? Isn’t the white coat on one of the passers-by the slushy abomination of the ignorant driver an acute desire to ride through a puddle and pour a daredevil from head to toe?
But the Spaniards, by the way, have their own fairy tale about the white bull, the meaning of which is in no way connected with boring. To tell? Or not? Or maybe tell? Okay, listen.
There was a white goby
He lived, as expected, in a herd of bull-calves, from which he differed only in his white suit. Needless to say, every black goby considered it his duty to drive him around the corral, kicking him with a sharp horn under his white side, and not let him go to the feeder until everyone was full and drunk ... And how to get closer to the corral with young heifers, there was no question! Yes, and they snorted contemptuously at him: fi, he is white, he will never be allowed into the arena with hot bullfighters. A herd of indomitable black gobies really prepared for great competitions.
A great day had come, and the whole herd was loaded into wagons and taken to a big city, for 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 has taken a completely different turn from this day. In the pen, he was left alone. Young girls now paid attention to him. And soon many small white calves grazed in the meadow. That's the whole tale of the white bull in the Spanish way.
But whether to sing ...
That's right, it's still the same tale about a white bull. Phraseologism may seem far- fetched. But the very method of "getting" a person with repetitive and meaningless repetitions has quite taken root in musical folklore. How do you like this song:
Went (someone) to the bazaar
And bought a bast.
This song is good
Start over.
That's all, at least stand, at least fall! Rather, the one to whom this verse will be sung ten times (or a hundred, depending on the state of the listener's psyche) will fall. Surprisingly, many modern songwriters probably do not know the fairy tale about a white bull if they can repeat the same phrase in a song dozens of times. As one parodist sang, "love love, yeah." Well, what didn’t "the priest had a dog"?
When do you use this phraseology?
Without noticing it, many often remember with an unkind word this completely innocent animal - that same albino bull. And how not to remember if someone endlessly itches over his ear, repeating the same information that is boring to everyone? If the same situation repeats with enviable persistence? If our neighbors (or distant ones) commit the same unconstructive, to put it mildly, acts? And if we ourselves again and again step on the same rake? How can one not exclaim in the hearts: “Twenty-five again!” And even better: “Here's a fairy tale about a white bull!”
What do you want to do with it?
Nothing should go on ad infinitum, all the more so - boredom, nagging and buoyancy of others! Who is to blame and what to do? How, haven't you read the fairy tale about the white bull? True, there is nothing to read there ... The usual tale that someone likes to pour from empty to empty, while demanding the presence of an audience. There is only one way out: a stop signal. One cannot listen out of false modesty what one does not want to hear. You must not allow someone to devour your nerve cells, time, mental strength. And there is always another option: stop the meaningless flow (words, actions or music) and direct it in a different direction, where there is a place for such concepts as benefit, positive and, finally, common sense.
Or tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?