A Bead Fairytale!

A woman had very beautiful beads. Those beads were so fine that everybody was jealous of her. All beads were beaded together and each one was charming in its own way. But they delighted eyes and excited admiration only being together.

When sun light fell on them they glittered like snow under sun rays. If being under electric light they shimmered softly and mystically.

So those were very gorgeous and very unusual beads.
They could live peacefully and be happy but there was one big problem there. Beads constantly argued among each other trying to find out which of them was more beautiful and charming. Days and nights lasted their disputes and each of them threatened to leave all the others.

As for the string that held them, they did not notice it at all. They thought that it was just a simple useless string so how could they - so shining and gorgeous beads - pay attention to such a simple string!

"We don't care" - thought beautiful beads.

But one day the string was tired of listening to their endless disputes and broke. Beads splashed up as a bright fountain and flew in different angles.

One of beads flew into dust, another one into puddle, the third one was lost in the thick grass and fifth, sixth and all the others just disappeared in unknown direction.
Their owner wanted to collect them and to string them but it turned out to be impossible. She was looking for them for a long time but found nothing.

She was grieved for some time but then decided to forget her old beads. She went to a store and bought new beads.

But separated beads were lying everywhere - forgotten and useless. They reminded with sorrow former times and their life when they were in full public view.
- Oh what we argued for? - Sighed beads - Why not to live in peace and agreement on our string?! All together we were beautiful beads. Everybody who walked by stopped and admired. But separately we became small helpless beads. And there is nothing left from our former beauty. Rain moistens us, dust covers us, a sole of a passer-by pressed us into the ground.

Beads complained and grieved of their destiny. But who could hear them? Probably a snail that was creeping along a green leaf? Or a butterfly that was sitting on a fragrant flower? Or wind that was rustling in the grass? But how can they help those poor beads?...Probably they would sympathize them or probably they would think that it was their own guilt.

But beads still hoped that somebody would find them, would collect them from the ground, would clean from dust and mud and would make a string again. Then they would be great in their perfect beauty as before.

But as they say hope springs eternal. So before quarrel with your friends and close people it will be useful to think: How will I live alone under rains and winds?..
Only beads beaded together on a string become real beads!