In a green garden, among flowering trees,
Apple and Stone lived, fate brought them together.
Apple was juicy, red and sweet,
Stone was hard, cold and unyielding.
Apple dreamed of flying into the high heavens,
It wanted to fly away on the wings of the wind.
Stone looked at these dreams with sarcasm and said:
"Apple, don't forget about the earth!
Look at me, I'm Stone, I'm lying under your feet,
I give stability and security to everyone around.
You are Apple, you are a beautiful gift of nature,
Bring joy to people, let them admire you!"
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Apple understood the wisdom of these words,
It smiled and said to Stone in reply:
"You're right, Stone, without you I could not exist,
You give me stability and support in this world."
So Apple and Stone became good comrades,
They improved the world, each to the best of their ability.
Apple gave the world beauty and taste,
And Stone made the world strong and stable.
But one day Apple woke up and found
That all the fruit from the trees flew away.
There were no pears, no plums, no oranges left on the branches.
Even unripe strawberries fell off the beds and flew to the sky.
The last one to fly out of the garden was Stone.
He bit off the sweetest side of sleeping Apple
And, like a bird, soared into the bright blue heights.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.
