In the large garden behind the fence, fruit trees grew in good harmony and peace. In the spring they were drowned in a milky pink boil, and by the end of summer they were bending under the weight of ripe fruits. By chance, a hazel tree found its way into this friendly working family, which soon grew wildly and began to think of itself.
- Why should I hang around in the garden behind the fence? - he grumbled dissatisfied. “I’m not going to live here as a recluse at all.” Let my branches spread over the fence into the street so that the whole neighborhood knows what wonderful nuts I have!
And the hazel tree began to persistently climb the high fence in order to appear in all its glory before passers-by.
When the time came, and its branches were completely strewn with nuts, everyone who was not too lazy began to pick them off. And if the hands couldn’t reach it, sticks and stones were used.
Soon, the beaten and broken hazel tree lost not only its fruits, but also its leaves. Its crippled branches hung lifelessly over the fence like whips, and in the dense greenery of the garden were apples, pears, and peaches filled with juice.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru