Once upon a time there
lived a Beast. He was a handsome man in his early twenties. Was he
short? No, he was a tall man. Was he overweight or on the contrary very
thin? No, the Beast was well built and sporty. What about his hair? He
had shoulder-length straight black hair. And his face was rather
attractive. He had an oval face with regular features and expressive
dark eyes. He had a very pleasant smile and his even white teeth
normally attracted girls...
He lived in a large house with a
beautiful garden. And he had a young neighbour – a Beauty, who also
lived in a nice house. They lived so close to each other that had an
opportunity to communicate very often. But they didn’t. Who can tell why
it was so?
But let’s return to our muttons. What about the
Beauty? Was she also good-looking? Oh, no, we can’t say so. The Beauty
was a plump short girl. Her skin wasn’t delicate and soft. Her hair was
not thick, it was thinning and very short. Her round face with large
features was rather plain, to put it mildly. A large turned up nose, a
wide mouth with full lips, thick eyebrows and close-set eyes produced an
unpleasant impression.
But still she was the Beauty and he was
the Beast. You can ask me: "Why?” And I’ll answer you, if you are
not able to understand yourself.
The thing is that the Beauty was
a person of strong character; she did well at work and was an excellent
cook. She was like a ray of sunshine and to tell the truth people
thought she was pleasant to deal with.
The Beast was just a
chatterbox and a lazy-bones. He lived for sport (body-building) from
morning till night and was not a strong-willed person. He disliked
housekeeping and never kept his word. Besides he was rather tricky,
selfish and stern. People often consider him a blockhead incapable to
communicate with others.
No wonder that the neighbours couldn’t
get well with one another…
No wonder that people prefer The Real
Beauty to The Real Beast.
