Story by Xurshid TOJIBOYEV
WOOD AND TRAIN
There was a tree next to the railway. Every day it saw off the trains that rushed along the railway, and was jealous of them.
— Where are you driving? — The tree asked the train.
— To Andijan, — answered the train on the move.
And so it was repeated from day to day. This was repeated every day. Every day the tree saw off the trains and looked after them with envy. “Oh, how I want to travel, see unfamiliar places!” Thought the tree.
“Take me with you,” the tree once said to the train.
“I cannot get off these iron rails,” the train said. — Hop into the car.
The tree tried to jump into the carriage, but was unable to pull the roots out of the ground, and at this time the train left.
For tomorrow the tree saw a train rushing along the rails. Again he tried to pull the roots out of the ground. While it was bustling, the train passed by again. The tree became very upset and began to cry.
— Why are you crying? Asked the wind that flew past him.
The tree told him about her desire to travel, that attempts end in failure. The wind was kind. He really wanted to help the tree. Without thinking twice, he hugged the trunk of a tree and tore it out of the ground.
— Thank you, Wind! — said the tree to the wind that had already flown away and … fell to the ground. After all, its roots could not live above the ground …
The next day, a train rushing along the rails saw a tree. It lay prone on the ground, and its branches had already begun to dry out under the rays of the hot sun.
— Poor tree! Would grow up in one place than travel that way! — said the train regretfully and rushed off into the distance.
CONFLICT OF COLORS
The colors pink, yellow, brown, red, green and black lived peacefully and amicably.
One day the color red pondered, and then said:
— Look, it turns out that the most beautiful color on earth is me!
— Who told you that? — asked the yellow color, taken aback.
— The most beautiful color is me! — shouted pink.
Blue didn’t say anything, but sighed imperceptibly. After all, he also considered himself the most beautiful …
At this time, the sleeping black color woke up and saw that all his friends were fighting each other and shouting:
— I’m the most beautiful!
The black color quickly caught the red one, who yelled the loudest, and hit him in the side:
— Shut up! The most beautiful color in the world is me!
A fight ensued. The colors blue and green were the first to come to their senses and began to calm down the fighters. And the black bully was completely thrown out of the window into the street. The black color, shaking with fear and cold, sat outside for a long time. Then he decided to return to his comrades.
“Sorry, I won’t fight anymore,” he said.
— And forgive me, — said the red. — Only now I realized that all colors are beautiful.
And their comrades forgave them.