Rope and Coat lived in the same wardrobe,
Two items with different purposes.
They hung on the same hanger,
But they did not interact in any way.
Rope was long and strong,
It served for various purposes.
Coat was fashionable and elegant,
It decorated its owner on solemn days.
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One day the wind picked up Coat
And carried it away through the streets of the city.
Rope did not want to part with it,
And began to reach for it, insistently not letting go.
So they traveled, despite any obstacles,
Rope did not retreat and did not give up.
It accompanied Coat at every step and every turn,
And did not lose faith in bright tomorrow.
And then one day tired Coat
Fell from the sky and hung on a tree branch.
"I no longer have the strength to test you, - said the wind, -
You win, choose any prize!"
"I haven't seen all the countries yet, - replied Coat, -
That's why I want to continue the journey!"
"I want to go back to my hanger in the closet, - answered Rope, -
And I want to be there with my friend Coat!"
A fable wouldn't be a fable if it ended happy or just normal.
So, wind returned Coat and Rope to dark and stuffy wardrobe.
Not because it makes any sense,
But because any fable must end in some strange way.
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.
