Medvedev Dmitriy: http://www.proza.ru/2013/04/18/975
Two friends walked barefoot on the beech. The morning sun brought joy with its warmth, and the sand made a nice rushing sound under their feet. But as it grew closer to noon, things got uncomfortable. The sand grew hot to a point of burning, and the feet now felt every stone and shell.
“What an unpleasant beach!” One of the friends said. “At the morning it was much better. Maybe it’s because I’ve walked enough and grew wiser, if now I notice what’s wrong with the place I set my foot.”
“The world changes,” The other replied. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. Think, maybe it’s you who needs to change along with it?”
“No!” The other insisted. “I’ll bring back the world where everything was pleasant. I’ll dig the beach over and will bury the harsh heat of the sand under the pleasant chill.”
And so he got to work, no longer moving anywhere and paying no attention around him. His friend didn’t join the attempt to change the world; instead he simply put on his sandals and kept on walking, enjoying the view as he did before.
At the sunset, the two friends met again, standing barefoot on the cool sand. And each was assured that he lived that day well.