Three times the spider was forced to stretch its silvery web between the trees, and each time, flying at low level, the mocking swift tore its web with its wing.
- Why are you stopping me from working? — the spider asked indignantly. - Am I a hindrance to you?
- Yes, you are the very embodiment of deceit! - the swift chirped in response. “And your invisible web is a deadly trap for insects.”
- Should you, brother, say such words? - the spider marveled. - Why are you better than me? For days on end you run around with your beak open and grab right and left the same insects that you are now so worried about. For you, this activity is like fun. I work as hard as I can, weaving thin threads and weaving them into lace. As a reward for my zeal and honest work, I receive prey when it falls into the net.
Each person is ready to judge the other, looking at the world from his own bell tower.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru