As a pupil of the fifth grade, Edak went home from school. In the hand of a swing, on the back of a wallet, a whole day of computer toys awaits. Beauty in one word.

Suddenly, my gaze fell on the shoes rolling right in front of my feet. And, like every decent schoolboy, I pulled this shoe right before I got in (about 10 minutes in a row). The joy had no limits.

And as soon as I got home, a thought came into my head - "chuchak, check the package with the shift."

And indeed, there was one shoe in a wooden bag.

I ran out on the street to take the loss. I was an idiot.