Matches sisters

In one box once upon a time there were matches sisters. It was special boxes. It lay on a window sill in kitchen, but gas these matches was not lit.

Them the boy played. And if you decided that he struck matches or them set fire to something, then are mistaken.
The boy was five and a half years old, and he knew that fire it is impossible to play about. It found for matches the best application, and not one.

While mother in kitchen cooked food, the boy played matches on a window sill.
First, by means of matches he learned to consider. Mother set to him examples on addition and subtraction, and he got from a box of a match and with their help learned the correct answer.

Secondly, it did letters of matches. It was very interesting. However, letters turned out a little angular, but by means of matches the boy learned already almost all alphabet.


When to study there was a laziness, it began to build something of matches. At it the match lodge, and near it a well turned out especially beautiful.

And still matches it is possible to draw! Yes, the most present pictures. The boy was able to spread them both a fir-tree, and a hedgehog, and still the sun and an owl.

Also it did match rails on a window sill and carried on them the train.
Every day the kid thought out some new game with matches.

And once a match became proud.
At first they began to brag to a saltcellar and a pepperbox which stood on a window sill, what they surprising and unusual.


Then matches began to swear among themselves and to find out who is better and whom the boy gets from a box more often.
- I am longer than others! – it is proud the longest match cried out.
- But you thin can also break at any time! – the thickest match objected it.
- And at me on the head are most gray! – the third bragged.
- You in general would be silent! – other sister attacked on it. – You are such rough that you scratch my gentle sides.
- But you are the ugliest!

- More silent you, extreme! – the old saltcellar stopped them. – What do you swear? Would rejoice better that you are not used directly. Do you know how many I such quick-tempered matches saw on the century?! And what from them remained?
- What? – chorus reached from a matchbox.
- The zilch – is also not present! – the saltcellar grinned.
- Very precisely! Flashed for a second and went to a garbage can! – the pepperbox poured in a pepper conversation.
- It not about us! – matches objected. – We already long live in it to a box, and it is interesting to boy to play with us. He is also not going to set fire to us.
- And in a garbage can throw out especially, - the longest match told. - We will live hundred more years here.
- Aha, if someone does not push the lean elbows, - the thickest match bit, and painfully pushed a long match sideways.
- Ah, so! You what it are pushed? – the long match screeched.
- You the first began!
- I?! At all not! It you unexpectedly pushed me.
- Yes I just showed how you push me all the time! – the offended sister cried.
And in a matchbox the squabble was started over again.

- That for silly matches sisters, - the saltcellar sighed. – Unless it is possible to be irritated on such trifles? So and to a trouble nearby.
But nobody listened to an old saltcellar. And every time in the evenings when in kitchen was nobody, matches began to swear.
Usually the dispute began because of a trifle and it which in the morning nobody could remember. But in the evening everything repeated again.
- Here, however, not for nothing say: "Flashes as a match", - the saltcellar told somehow.
- They even flush with rage when swear, - the pepperbox began to nod it in reply.

And once the long match so became angry about the sister for the fact that that accidentally pushed it around that it just squalled on all kitchen and could not stop in any way.
And that, is not present to apologize, shouted even more loudly.
They did not even notice how their cheeks flushed with rage.
- Silence! Stop! – the saltcellar asked them. – It is necessary to be more tolerant to each other. Especially you are one family!
- As it bothered me! I do not want to see it! – the long match zatopat legs.
- Itself here already bothered all! – the sister cried out it in a face.
At both cheeks flared, and poured from spark eyes, so they were angry at each other.
Even the moment and both matches blazed fire. After them the others lit up, and in a couple of minutes all matchbox burned down.


In the morning when the boy came on kitchen, on a window sill instead of a matchbox the mound of ashes lay.

- What happened to them? – the boy asked mother, and that only shrugged shoulders.
- They just did not learn to concede and forgive each other, - the wise saltcellar told, but the boy did not hear it.

P.S.: I think, maybe, at the end to make that only two debaters burned down, and since then in a box the world set in?
What will you tell?