Medvedev Dmitriy: http://www.proza.ru/2013/04/11/462
One man wished greatly to see Heaven. And one day, an Angel came down to him and said:
“If you wish, I can lead you to a place, from which you can see your hearts desire, but I’m in a lot of hurry, so you’ll have to run and there will be no stopping on the way.”
“Fine”, the man said, and off they went.
The angel flew through the thick forests of trouble, the heavy rocks of moments and the fast streams of joy, the sunny seconds of delight and the gray rocks of challenges, through fields covered with blossoms of colorful events. And the man ran after him, not stopping at anything and not taking his gaze of the one who led him to his dream. At last, they’ve climbed to the top of the highest mountain, from which they could catch a great view on the path they’ve passed.
“This is truly a heavenly place!” The man exclaimed.
“You’re right,” said the Angel. “What you see below is indeed heaven, through which we went on our way here. But you can no longer go back there.”