Two beetles flew far, far away, through meadows and mountains, and when evening came, they began to look for a place to sleep for the night.
“There’s a fern growing by the stream, I’ll ask him if I can spend the night there,” said one.
Fern agreed to let the beetle roost for the night.
“When it gets dark, you will tell me about your journey, I enjoy listening to stories about foreign countries,” whispered the fern
“This is a boring company,” thought another beetle. “He wants to spend the night with such a nondescript weed!” I'll find another place, go to the Rose Hotel. Everything there is noble and smells good.
The beetle flew off in search. When the sun set, he saw a beautiful rose.
— Can I get a room for one night? I flew from afar, and I simply don’t have the strength to fly further.
“I am the queen of flowers and I don’t accept bugs,” the rose answered arrogantly, “but if that’s the case, then I can’t drive you away.” If you behave calmly and helpfully, you can stay.
The beetle thanked him with a nod of his head and flew to the top leaf of the rose. He was proud of this shelter and wanted to tell his friend everything the next morning so that he would envy him. In the morning, as soon as the sun began to rise and dew was still on the leaves, the beetle was unceremoniously awakened. There was a man standing in front of the bush.
- I can sell this rose well!
He took out a huge knife and cut the flower. The beetle barely managed to spread its wings and fly away.
“I didn’t think it was so dangerous to live on such a proud flower,” he was surprised. The beetle quickly flew to the fern by the stream.
“Hey, brother,” he shouted when he saw his comrade, “can I come to you?”
- Come on in, there's enough space. It's nice and cozy here!
Zhuk gratefully accepted the invitation, because he had already had plenty of time to look at the “noble light.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru