One day a bee saw a fly near her hive.
- Why did you come here? she asked angrily. - Really, you, low animal, should meddle with us, the queens of the air!
“You’re right,” the fly answered coldly, “you shouldn’t even come close to such a frantic tribe like you.”
“There is no one wiser than us,” said the bee. - Only we have laws and a well-organized state; we eat only fragrant flowers; we give only sweet honey, which can compare with nectar. Get out of my sight, you disgusting, annoying fly, for all you can do is buzz and look for food in the garbage!
“We live as best we can,” answered the fly. “Poverty is not a vice, but anger is quite a vice.” You make tender honey, but your heart is always harsh; You are wise in laws, but foolish in behavior: your anger, which stings the enemy, costs you your life, and your insane cruelty brings you the greatest evil. It is much better to have advantages that are less shiny and safer.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru