Two plows were repaired at the forge. They looked the same. One of them remained standing in the corner of the barn. Her life was easier than the life of another plow, which the peasant loaded onto a cart the next morning and brought to the field. There she became beautiful and shiny. When both plows met again in the barn, they looked at each other in surprise. The plow, which had not been used, was covered with rust. She looked at her brilliant friend with envy:
- Tell me, how did you become so beautiful? After all, it was so good for me to stand in my corner in the silence of the barn.
“This idleness has mutilated you, but I became beautiful from labor.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru