The Beauty was sitting in his old untidy castle, bored to death. He was so lonely in the place full of his ancestor's portraits and ugly candle stumps. Finally he decided to invite the local Beast for a cup of tea.
The Beast lived nearby, in a cold basement of an old electrical mill. It was very lonely, without any particular sexual preference, or gender for that matter, and It needed a bath really bad. Somehow the Beast was doing OK up to this historical moment. When It received the Beauty's invite, the Beast got uncharacteristically excited .Something like this never happened in Its previously uneventful ugly and smelly life. It imagined the smooth and interesting conversation they'll have in a bright and beautiful dining room, while sipping Indian tea from tiny delicate cups, It already smelled the wonderful aroma of French pastries, coming from the kitchen..
The Beast put on its least torn and ugly robe, plucked the longest hairs from its humongous nose and marched to the castle, whistling some beastly song..
At the same time, Beauty had changed his mind about the tea party with the Beast. In fact, he changed his mind quite a lot.. it was one of his features.. For God's sake, he could afford it! He was the Beauty.. So he ordered his servants to kick the Beast out and slam the old antique door in its hairy face.
Not surprisingly, the Beast became very upset. Furious, for that matter! It was never THAT offended before in its life! The Beast showed the whole neighbourhood its beastly behaviour, broke lots of trees and killed some unsuspecting birds on his way back to the mill.. It would've done a lot more damage if not for some kind passer-byes with rifles, who took It out of its misery rather quickly.. Thank God for good Samaritans!
Translated from Russian by Aquatrail Ra