This story happened in those times when schoolchildren wrote with goose quills, dipping the sharpened tip of the pen into an inkwell. Ordinary ballpoint pens did not exist at that time. They simply had not been invented yet.
Writing with quills was not a simple task. They would squeak when writing, and if you dipped the tip of the pen too deeply into the inkwell, a blot could drip onto the paper.
Yes, yes, a thick black blot, because of which you could get a failing mark.
A boy named Kolya knew what it was like when a blot suddenly plopped down in the most inconvenient place. He had to rewrite the entire page. And since Kolya was a restless and quick-witted boy, he had to do this very often.
So this time, when half a page of handwriting practice had already been filled, a large black Blot jumped from the tip of Kolya's pen.
Nasty blot! Because of you I won't be able to go and play with the boys. I'll have to rewrite everything again.
Kolya jumped up from the table and ran to the kitchen to tell his older sister about his grievance.
Meanwhile, the Blot looked around and saw that she was not in the inkwell, but on a white notebook page. On the thin lines were little letters, dots and commas. They all looked at the stranger in surprise and whispered to each other.
Look, look, it's a Blot! What is she doing here?
The consonants asked indignantly.
She doesn't look like us at all!
The vowels declared.
And she ruins the entire notebook page!
The exclamation mark said loudly.
The Blot felt very hurt. She wanted to shout at them that she, like them, came out of the inkwell. It's just that there was much more ink in her than in them. But the noise was so loud that no one would have heard the Blot.
And she decided to leave this notebook, wherever her eyes would take her.
Quietly, she moved to the mathematics notebook. But she was not welcome here either. The numbers, neat and tidy, were not pleased with such a neighbour. Sobbing from hurt, the Blot moved on. And soon found herself near an album.
On the open album page was a picture titled "Cosmos". The Blot's heart stood still.
How beautiful it is here!
In the picture there were no letters or numbers, but there were wonderful stars in the sky. In the distance was a picture of the blue planet Earth, and next to it the Moon. And it was so wonderful!
The little Blot moved closer to the picture and asked:
May I join you?
The picture immediately came to life, all the objects began to move. The black night sky smiled at the Blot and offered her a place.
We need you very much!
The Universe whispered to her.
But everyone drove me away. I've already lost hope of finding my place in life!
The Blot complained.
Never despair. Everyone has their own place! You just have to look for it, and then you will surely find yourself where you will be welcomed with joy.
The Universe advised.
The little Blot was happy. She made friends with the Little Stars, with the Moon and the blue planet Earth, and became an important part of this beautiful picture!
