The switch was very small. Moreover, it is black, and, as they said, flat. The light bulb was big, big. Moreover - bright and dressed in such a beautiful and fashionable chandelier that it is not surprising - the Switch fell in love with her. He really liked that she would flare up - and then she seemed cheerful and carefree, and then she would fade - and then she would seem thoughtful and tender. Plus, she had such beautiful shapes, and that wide-brimmed chandelier is crazy!
In general, the Switch suffered a lot. The lamp hung in the center of the room, and the Switch stuck out in the corner, from where he could only sigh. The light bulb winked flirtatiously. But there was no way they could be together. Never.
There was no window glass. Nobody even noticed him. They seemed to look at him, but said something like: “what good weather today.” Or: “Look how funny the puppy is on the street.” And no one ever said anything good about the Window Glass, except sometimes they scolded: “The glass, they said, is dirty again.” There was reason to be angry and offended. In addition, Window Glass was considered a distant relative of the light bulb, and the fate of the Light Bulb always seemed brighter to him.
And then one day the Window Glass said:
- Listen, friend Switch. - Switch and Window Glass have never been friends, but when they say something unpleasant, they often lie. “Listen, friend Switch,” Window Glass repeated for greater persuasiveness. “Do you even know who you’re sighing for, naive one?” Do you even know that Light Bulb can’t live without you?
The switch was very happy and scared. This is what always happens when it comes to love.
“You are her king, her boss, her leader,” Window Glass even trembled with excitement. When you want to do something nasty, you also worry. - If you want, it will glow. If you don't want it, it will go out. If you wish, it will blink every second or not light up at all. Why are you suffering? She is your servant, subordinate, slave. And you sigh for her, you fool...
Out of surprise, the Switch went into itself - it turned off and the Light bulb immediately went out.
- What did you tell me? How can you call her that! — the Switch lost his temper, and the Light Bulb turned on.
- Well, are you convinced? - The Window Glass rattled joyfully.
“Is it true that you depend on me so much?” - the switch asked the Light Bulb, because lovers trust only each other.
“It’s true,” the Light Bulb sighed and seemed to dim. “Now you can do whatever you want with me.” Now you understand how dependent I am on you, and love will turn into slavery.
“That’s it... Otherwise they sigh here and don’t let you sleep,” the Window Glass clinked very disgustingly.
- what are you talking about? - Switch smiled. - So, in fact, we are not far from each other, and this is all a deception? So are we connected? This means that fate itself is destined for us to be together. Now we will live with you very happily: whenever you want, just tell me - you will flash with a bright light. If you get tired, you will rest. I will become the protector of your light. And we are a watchman.
- What a fool! - Window Glass cursed. This often happens: when there is nothing to say, they swear.
We could put an end to this, but if we are to be completely truthful, we must add: This light bulb never burned out. Everyone around was surprised at how incredibly long this light bulb burned. Everyone around probably just didn’t know: they love this Light Bulb...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru