!(kids fairy tale)
Once upon a time Very Clever Hare met Hedgehog Inside-Out. Hedgehog was thin, had dark circles under his eyes, and it was apparent that these needles made his life miserable. Very Clever Hare looked at the hedgehog sympathetically and decided he wanted to help him somehow.
“You know, I can’t listen to loud music loudly. I can only do that with quiet music.” said Very Clever Hare. He was trying to build a psychological bridge through a common non-trivial talk subject.
Hedgehog pulled tiny, almost invisible headphone’s earplugs out of his ears and said thoughtfully:
“Pardon me?”
“There are only two adequate finite dimensional algebras over the real numbers field. I can’t believe there are only two!” - hare suddenly changed the subject to the one that he was really interested in. As with any very clever hare, he was really busy with his own problems and had only a very short attention span to someone else’s troubles.
Hedgehog looked at the hare as people would look at a strange kettle. On one side, their belief that the future is bright makes them wait for the kettle to boil while, on the other side, their intuition tells them that enjoying a fresh cup of a tea is a very distant possibility.
“Maybe there are just two. But something will still be wrong with them. Even if they are adequate” replied Hedgehog Inside-Out.
Hare sat on his rudimentary tail and returned the look. Hedgehog slowly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to hare, they lit them and were sitting quietly for the next five minutes…
(translated from my original Russian version and available at Exceeder's LJ)
“You know, I can’t listen to loud music loudly. I can only do that with quiet music.” said Very Clever Hare. He was trying to build a psychological bridge through a common non-trivial talk subject.
Hedgehog pulled tiny, almost invisible headphone’s earplugs out of his ears and said thoughtfully:
“Pardon me?”
“There are only two adequate finite dimensional algebras over the real numbers field. I can’t believe there are only two!” - hare suddenly changed the subject to the one that he was really interested in. As with any very clever hare, he was really busy with his own problems and had only a very short attention span to someone else’s troubles.
Hedgehog looked at the hare as people would look at a strange kettle. On one side, their belief that the future is bright makes them wait for the kettle to boil while, on the other side, their intuition tells them that enjoying a fresh cup of a tea is a very distant possibility.
“Maybe there are just two. But something will still be wrong with them. Even if they are adequate” replied Hedgehog Inside-Out.
Hare sat on his rudimentary tail and returned the look. Hedgehog slowly pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave one to hare, they lit them and were sitting quietly for the next five minutes…
(translated from my original Russian version and available at Exceeder's LJ)
