Two banks of a stream There was a small stream flowing down from high mountains. A lot of interesting things were along its way: beautiful flowers and thick forests, interesting animals and birds, which were drinking water near its banks. Everyone loved that merry stream, it filled everyone with love and life. It also had two devoted friend, its inseparable banks. Stream was feeling calm in its bed between the banks. Those banks were very different. One of them was like high hillocks, covered with forest and full of green grass. There were huge trees with wide branches. That’s why this bank was called the rich one. High bank was proudly looking over its little friend stream and was listening to its stories with pleasure. On the contrary, the other bank was low and sandy one. Not even a tree or grass was growing on it. Quiet and shy bank was watching the little stream with love and looking to its rich and high friend with respect. Days were passing; hot and funny summer was changed by autumn. It was already very cold in the evening. Once the low bank asked its friend: “I have no trees and no grass, so nothing can heat me. May be you can give me some firewood that somehow I could survive this night…” “What do you say?! – the rich bank was surprised – if I give you a bit of firewood every day, there will be nothing left for me soon. I don’t want to be so empty and poor like you are.” The low bank was sad but didn’t say anything. The clouds heard this story. They were very angry, turned black, began to thunder and suddenly huge lightning illuminated on the sky. The lightning struck the old oak on the rich bank and it caught fire. The fire covered the whole bank. Rich and high bank was very frightened. The only hope was little stream and sandy poor bank. “Please help me, friends! – Was praying the rich bank save me, I will die soon.” Friend didn’t think even for a second. The little stream was pouring water to the fire as hard as it could. The low bank was gathering as much sand as it could and throwing it in the fire. Finally they put out a fire. The high bank was terrified and looking around, and now it would prefer to be burned totally and to disappear, rather than to watch what was going in front of it. The little stream didn’t regret even its last drop of water to save its friend. The stream poured so much water to the fire that at last it dried up and disappeared. No one could see the low bank; there was a big hole instead of it. The low bank threw away the whole sand to save its friend; and didn’t regret about anything. So he disappeared but saved its friend. The high bank was disgraced, remembered how it refused to give some firewood to its friend and how proudly was looking at the little merry stream. Shame and loneliness was suffering it more than its burnt sides. Time passed. The rain and small springs slowly began to fill the stream-bed and the hole of low bank. Soon on this place appeared beautiful and clean lake. The high bank was happy by watching how its neighbor was rejoicing and getting beautiful. And always when the passengers, astonished with the beauty of this lake, take a rest near it, the high bank sends the best pieces of firewood as a gift to its friend.