One day the Moon received an invitation from the Sun, the king of light, to come and visit him. She thought for a long time what to give to the Sun, and finally came up with an idea: she collected several of the brightest and most beautiful stars, put them on a silver plate and went on a visit with them. The King of Light was very pleased with the gift.
They ate, drank, talked, and Luna returned home.
Then the Moon invited the Sun to visit her.
The king of light thought for a long time about how to please the moon. Finally I came up with it. He called the best tailor to his place and said:
- I'm going to visit Luna. I need a good gift. I decided that the best thing to do would be to give her a new cloud dress. Please sew the dress more elegantly and according to your measurements, so that it fits well and comfortably on the Moon.
And the tailor answers the Sun:
- No, king of light, I will not take on such work. And no one will take it. The moon changes every day. Today it is round, like a ball, and the next day it begins to lose weight on one side, and after two weeks it becomes completely thin, and even bends like a sickle. Judge for yourself what standard should she use to sew by? I don't know such a measure. Whatever you sew, everything will be out of place.
The king of light was upset, but nothing could be done. I had to go to visit empty-handed.
Luna prepared a delicious treat, they ate, drank, and talked. But when the king of light began to get ready to go home and the Moon saw that he had no gifts, she became very sad.
The King of Light, noticing this, said:
- Don't be angry with me, Luna. I thought for a long time about what to give you. Finally I came up with it. I decided that the best gift was an elegant dress made of clouds. But my most skilled tailor refused to do the job. It’s hard to judge you, he says, you change every day, sometimes you get fat, sometimes you lose weight. So I had to go to visit empty-handed. But in order not to offend you, I allow you this: from this day you can collect my rays and sew any robe from them! See how beautiful you will become!
With these words, the king of light said goodbye and left.
And the Moon turned pale with grief and since then prefers not to meet the Sun again, and when she sees him, she avoids him.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru