Candle

Once upon a time there was a single candle. As soon as it was lit, his life suddenly began. He stood at a large table and looked at the world around him. A tall man was sitting at the table, writing something or looking at a book.

According to Svechin, it seemed that he was the only one standing and doing nothing, although everything around him was very important and useful. From time to time, people picked up pens, brought them to books and notebooks and lowered them again.

Pens actively recorded important information, pages under pens played an important role in transferring information, and books contained a huge amount of information on each page. Tables served as a support, chairs helped to sit, and only candles stood aimlessly and sadly.

When the melted wax rolled off the candle into a shapeless puddle, and the wick became shorter and shorter, the candle began to think that it was living a meaningless life. But it hadn't occurred to him!

Without a candle, he could neither write nor read in the dark. All these important things are completely useless in the dark. It was the candle that gave all people the light necessary for life, creativity, work and existence.