A Russian folk-story tells of a man who entered a diamond-mine
in quest of riches. He filled his pockets with precious stones,
and forthwith flung them all away to make room for larger ones.
Thirst coming on, he was dismayed to find that there was no
water. In his delirium he imagined he could hear the flow of
water, which proved, however, to be the flow of gems and jewels
running in rivers and falling in cascades.
Only one thing could meet his need in his dire distress, and that was,
not imaginary wealth, but real water. So it is with the soul. (Text.)
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