Have you ever heard that a frog and a stork are friends? No, you say? Then listen, this story is for you. At the foot of the Blue Mountains is a beautiful village, on the southern side of which is a small, shallow lake surrounded by reeds, and on the southern side of it is a hill with a mud-slide on its shoulder and a house with cinch logs visible. Storks lived on the roof of the ruin on that hill, and their nests could be seen from the other side of the village. Because the village is very small. Frogs lived in the reeds by the lake. Frogs come out of the water mostly at night, eat insects, fill their bellies, sing for a long time and dance in the moonlight. They were intoxicated by their own songs, while the other creatures around them looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, hearing nothing but the squealing. In the morning, when the storks rose into the air, they swallowed their rest and threw themselves into the water. One of the frogs happened to lie down on the grass and watch the birds flying in the sky. His friends around him rolled their eyes at his decision, saying, “You are putting your life in danger.” He did not back down from his decision. Out of the water, the barra jumped towards the grass.
It was surrounded by reeds, clouds were floating in the blue sky, and birds were chasing each other among the floating clouds. The sun was rising and making the day very hot. He closed his eyes tightly. There was only light behind the frog’s closed eyes, but that light disappeared and a shadow appeared instead. slowly opened it, as soon as the frog opened its eyes, it was ready to see dark clouds, but could the cloud be red, no, this redness was not a cloud, it was a long red beak.
After some time in the frog’s imagination, he began to imagine himself in the stomach of the stork.
– Will my forehead be so salty? At that time, he closed his eyes tightly and said to himself, “It’s your fault, now you’re going to bask in the stomach of the stork.”
Light replaced the shadow around the eyes:
– Yes, he looked around to see if the stork had left.
When he jumped up and looked, next to the frog, a stork spread its wings and looked at the sun.
he closed his eyes, stood on thin, long legs, pulled the second leg into him, and when one leg got tired, he replaced it with the other.
– Hello, Laylakjon said the frog
The stork slowly opened his eyes and smiled at the frog:
– Hello, Bagajan said.
– What are you doing here?
– Can’t you see, I’m basking in the sun
– It’s good that you found out, but why didn’t you attack me?
– I don’t eat frogs
– Can a stork never eat a frog? After all, this is a law of nature. There must be a serious reason for this, right? Isn’t that so?
– It has a long history. If you are so interested, let me tell you!
Springtime. When I was returning from hot countries with my girlfriend, we stopped in this village for a while. The environment and the air were rich in freshness. Then we made the roof of the ruined house on the hill. , we used to fly to the neighboring villages and return with hunts. Thus, we didn’t even notice that we had missed a single season. Hot summer came. while flying around the village, I saw a blue lake from among the reed fields.
– I haven’t seen this place for such a long time, yes, not only I, but also the storks in my house have not seen this place, if they had seen it, I would have heard about it. !
Then I flew to the lake, where the sunlight was pleasant because it was near the water.
Just like now, I closed my eyes on one leg and looked directly at the sun. At one point, a frog started croaking and croaking non-stop, while I was enjoying myself. I opened my eyes and looked at the frog, which was far away from me. He was pointing at my legs.
I looked down at my feet, not understanding what the frog was saying, and next to my feet was a large rattlesnake preparing to attack me. I immediately climbed up, and the snake crawled into the reeds. I came back and thanked the frog. And in return, I decided not to eat another frog.
Did you hear that my life was saved by your friends, don’t be afraid of me
Bagajon, in this life, good is only returned with good. If you strive for good, you will never suffer!
Rustamova Mashhura Ne’mat girl is a student of the Faculty of History of Jizzakh State Pedagogical University