One person had two heads. One is right, the other is left.
The right one, like most people, was more developed. The left one is correspondingly smaller.
And the man loved this left head of his, as one loves a weak child. He fed her with chocolates, bought muskrat hats, and cut her hair exclusively in the “Enchantress” salon. If it were his will, he would have woven the bows for her, but that would have been too much, since he was a man, and, in addition, he was not young.
But the man kept his right head in a black body. She choked on table goulash and wore a shabby rabbit hat for the fifth year. The man washed her with laundry soap, and cut her hair for fifteen kopecks under a half-box. Needless to say, she was often sick from such a life, and for this the owner did not love her even more.
One summer a man went for a swim. He swam to the middle of the river and rolled over onto his back. The left head immediately swallowed water. It seemed that troubles could not be avoided, but the right head did not disappoint. She took in full lungs of air and screamed with all her might: “Drowning!”. But, realizing that it sounds strange, she corrected herself: “I’m drowning!”.
When the man was dragged ashore, the left head was completely bad. But the right one gave her mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, and she regained consciousness.
Since then, the man has reconsidered his attitude towards the right head. He bought her a new dog hat, washes it with egg shampoo and cuts a polka-dotted haircut. True, not in the “Enchantress”, but in the hairdressing salon on Panferova Street. But this is also a very good salon. And, telling about his story to friends, every time he does not get tired of repeating: “No, whatever you say, one head is, of course, good, but two are still better!”.