Candle

The table lamp was sharing its soft yellow light, carefully looking at sleeping children. On the table there was a huge thick book about basics of chemistry, and a stack of chemistry textbooks for high school education. In a small, 12-sheet student notebook, there were two empty sheets left. Just enough to write down the last task from the control work on them, the solution of which took more time than all the previous ones.

It was November weather outside. The wind and rain knocked on the window, reminding: “Time to sleep, time to sleep . . . ” “Well, I’ll write down the last task and . . . “, I thought, and then the light went out. Only the wood in the stove illuminated the room through a small crack in the door.

I found a candle on the shelf, lit it, put it on the table, began to write down the solution to the task, and stopped. . . .

The candle burned so beautifully! Evenly and clearly. . . She was alive, and sharing with me not only light, but something more that I continue to cognize now . . .
Later, a fairy tale appeared. Happy to share it with you! Welcome to Fairy Tale World!

Olga and the Fairy Tale Team 😊

CANDLE

Candle was burning. . . . She didn’t know how much of her would be enough. She didn’t look around, didn’t listen. Bright or not? Didn’t know. She shone as she could.

Candle was burning. . . . She straightened her back diligently, stretching her arms up—just stood and shone.

When you see darkness, you know there is Light. When you feel Warmth, you understand somewhere there is cold. If Love is—Light is. . . .

Candle was burning. . . . One by one, her hot drops were dripping to the floor. She smiled at them, looking at the tracery, which was gradually becoming from herself.

Candle was burning. . . .
From her soft, gentle light, a heart beats steadily and strongly. It is amazing. . . .

Candle was burning!

P.S. “Next!” the professor said curtly, glancing at his watch. I took my notebooks and went to his desk. An hour flew by. Maybe we both were tired from the questions and answers about formulas and solutions, because when it was time for the third notebook, the professor looked at me, at his watch, and then at the notebook. Then again at the notebook. . . “This is disrespectful for the educational process and for me personally!” he said loudly and added, “Rewrite it and come back to me tomorrow!”

“Sorry, it happened yesterday and . . . I can’t come tomorrow,” I said. “That’s your problem!”, he summarized and added, “You don’t have to come to me with dirty, greasy notebooks!” “It’s not dirty!” I said and smiled, “It’s only one drop, and it is from a candle!” I really can’t come tomorrow because tomorrow in a small village school students will be waiting for their lessons according to the regular schedule, and I will be waiting for them.

The professor left. I stood in the hallway. “If one door closes, another one will open,” I thought and knocked on the next door. The door was closed. “Lunch!” the student running past said joyfully. I continued walking down the corridor, politely knocking on the doors. “Come in!” . . . I explained the solved chemistry tasks and only stumbled at the last one. “Tired?” the professor asked and smiled. I smiled too, “Well, it seems I solved this task, but I still have a couple questions.”

I barely made it to the last bus. How beautiful and simple is wisdom when people share it from the heart. I was lucky to open THAT DOOR. . . . Because I met an amazing person with a huge heart that contained not only the World of Chemistry, but also the World in which we live. I learned from him not only to solve tasks, but also the ability to be a great Teacher while always remaining a simple student.

I am very grateful to the amazing people in life who passed on their knowledge along with the wisdom of life.  I hurried to them during each visit with hundreds  of “a couple of questions” and again I understood that the most important exam that we pass in Life is the exam “To be a Human being.”

“And what about the first professor?” you might ask. We were friendly with him. He helped me to know much more as I knew, and his attention to time and details really helped me learn how to organize my laboratory and control work. And he helped me understand that in our life there is always a door that makes sense to find. . . .