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Translation of a fairy tale

Words of a white cloud.

Raise your head and look at the sky.
You can not see my face where it's raining. But you always find me where there is an open blue sky.
White fluffy clouds float across the sky. These fluffy white clouds are me. In March, I stop at a fence near a small house with blooming azalea or in a valley by a stream that collects water from melting glaciers.
I know that many are wondering why I am so white.
Some children say, I'm white because I see in the depths of the mountains and drink water from the cleanest spring. Others say that I bathe in a deep clear blue sea beyond the horizon.
But this is not always true. Sometimes I drink dirty water. And I'm swimming in the mud.
You're showering, I'm lying? No, its true.
Or, look into the barrel of dirty water near the kitchen door. You will see how I wash my head in the waste water that flows down the roof trench. If you do not have a barrel of dirty water, go, look in the dirty puddle on the street, and watch me. And you'll see how I wash in the rain water.
How can you stay white? Do you want to know a secret?
It is simple and easy.
When I swim over a clear blue sky, I try to see only good things among all the bad things on Earth.
I see a butterfly on a flower, scraping the dirt off its paws, so as not to stain the flower.
I see a spider that suffocates with joy, seeing the beauty of a dewdrop on a cobweb among the leaves.
Yes, of course, all this is enough to make my heart full of inspiration. Black clouds live quite the opposite, they see those people who quarrel and hate each other.
Some people are not happy with the small, they are not satisfied with the small. But after all the earth is the most beautiful planet in the Cosmos due to hiding, like an oasis in the desert among the sandy ridges, to small joys ....

the end