Work was in full swing in the glass-blowing workshop, and the fire in the huge furnace did not subside day or night. Many beautiful products were created by craftsmen who, with their breath, gave a bizarre shape to the mass of molten glass.
One day, a fire raging in the furnace noticed a burning candle left by one of the apprentices, set in a massive bronze candlestick. He was immediately overcome by an irresistible desire to devour the weak flame of the candle.
And then a blue flame burst out from under the firebrand with a hiss. Recoiling to the side from the draft in the chimney and contriving, it broke through the narrow crack of the stove screen, spread to a candle standing nearby and began to greedily devour it.
The insatiable flame consumed the fragile candle in an instant.
However, not wanting to die with her, it tried to return to its native element. But no matter how much the flame cried out for help to its brothers in the burning furnace, no matter how much it wriggled and writhed in its death throes, it never managed to escape from the tenacious embrace of the melted wax.
Screaming, crying and hissing angrily, the flames eventually choked, turning into acrid smoke. And in the oven for a long time the logs crackled merrily, shooting multi-colored sparks, and the red tongues of fire danced together.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru