Stylist and Miner

Miner mined coal deep underground,
He earned his living by working hard.
This fable will not be about cryptocurrency,
But about real collieries, about dust and sweat.

Stylish Stylist worked near the mine,
He also worked tirelessly for the benefit of people.
Stylist created images, inspired inspiration,
He brought delight and hope into this gloomy life.




Free image from Pixabay



So, once Miner came to the barbershop to Stylist,
Clever reader understands that it had to happen.
Miner sat down in a chair and took off his helmet,
Demonstrating hair that has not seen care for a long time.

"Cut my hair short somehow, - Miner asked, -
So that I don't come to you for another whole year,
So that I don't waste my time and money on haircut.
I'm not Hollywood star, I'm inhabitant of dark mines."

"If you don't want to waste time and money, - Stylist said, -
I will cut your hair quickly and for free, but on one condition:
You will not resist and object, and you will walk
In the image that I will create for you, agreed?"

Miner agreed, and Stylist set to work quickly and skillfully.
The scissors in his hands fluttered like weightless butterfly,
And the comb shot up like a foamy sea surf.
You have to be a poet to describe beauty of Stylist's work,
But I am not a poet, I am a modest writer of fables.

In the blink of an eye, Stylist finished his difficult job
And only after that he allowed Miner to look in the mirror.
Miner sighed admiringly, he did not expect such result,
He did not even dream that he could be so fashionable.

"I will no longer climb into a dirty mine! - Miner said, -
Now I also want to be Stylist and work among perfumes,
Instead of swinging hammer and swallowing coal dust!"

"You lose!" - Stylist unbuttoned the buttons on his head
And took off his costume of human being,
Under which was yellow Reptilian with red eyes.
"Nothing like this!" - Miner retorted, taking off miner's suit,
Under which was green Reptilian with long forked tail.

"Stop, but where are all the people?" - asked the first Reptilian.
"I don't know," - the second Reptilian replied, puzzled.
"It seems we've been playing this game for too long," -
Said the third Reptilian, pretending to be a writer of fables.



The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.