The Island of Two Languages

Once upon a time, there were two languages that lived on an island and were neighbors. One was called Language A, and the other was called Language Y. They argued for a long time and couldn't decide who was more important and valuable. They argued about everything and couldn't understand each other. Language A said that blue was the most beautiful color, while Language Y said it was red. Language Y liked the sunrise, while Language A preferred the sunset. Language Y was fond of its spirit, which was pure, strong, unbeatable, free, kind, and brave. Language A was fond of its mind, which was sharp, quick, logical, thoughtful, and inventive.

They lived by themselves and didn't help each other in anything, even warring with each other. They didn't want to share their mind and spirit, and they didn't want to make peace. Instead, they started by doing small, then large, misdeeds and decided to secretly destroy each other. And the race began to see who could defeat the other. A spent its mind, while Y spent its spirit, and each dreamed of taking everything from their neighbor. The mind and spirit suffered greatly. They didn't want to fight, they wanted peace, kindness, and friendship. They became very weak and began to lose themselves. The mind was no longer as sharp, and the spirit was no longer as pure. A and Y didn't notice anything, they only thought about the war with their neighbor until they lost their mind and spirit.

In a moment, their enmity disappeared, and they no longer wanted to argue. The only thing they had left in common was loss, and there was nothing else left. They themselves were not as important as the lost Mind and Spirit.

And so, languages A and Y lived next to each other but never spoke to each other. Language A missed the mind, and language Y missed the spirit. Nothing made them happy, not their favorite colors, nor sunsets and sunrises, and they had forgotten how to speak. They lived peacefully and calmly, but heavily. Every day started at dawn and ended at sunset. Along with their mind and spirit, the meaning of their lives on the island disappeared. And the island itself seemed so big and empty to them. Language A did not have a mind that helped to think, and language Y did not have a spirit that inspired.

One day they woke up and saw that it was dark on the island, no light at all, only darkness. There was no sun in the sky, but the night had already passed, and there should have been a sunrise. They were very frightened, sat alone in their houses all day until evening, but sunset did not come either. Language A and language Y did not know what was happening and what to do. Darkness day and night, day after day, night after night. They went outside, but it was so dark that they could not see each other, and because they had forgotten how to speak, they could not hear each other either. Language Y began to cry so much that language A heard and understood where to go to find it. And language A was so happy that Y was found, and hugged Y so tightly and emotionally. The spirit returned to Y, and the mind returned to A. They were so overjoyed that they did not notice the sun rising in the sky. It was the most beautiful sunrise, and then sunset on the island.

PS: I wrote the original story in Russian, and did my best to translate it in English.