Sometimes life gives occasional encounters and situations, such as a kind of visualization of gorics from Igor Guberman.
Tomsk, evening, I return to the hotel hungry. Next to it is a small bakery with different tastes. It all shines and captivates.
I go in. On the vitrines - a variety of cakes size somewhere 40 to 60 cm, which for buyers cut into pieces on their request. Among the hungry I am alone, behind the counter is a young girl who asks what I want. I choose for a long time, because everything is delicious, I want everything, but breaking out is not part of my evening plans. Finally, I pick up the unfinished cake and ask for a piece of it. The girl puts the cake on a large board, carries a huge knife over it and asks, “How much?” I throw my chances and ask for a quarter. The knife that started moving down, fades. “How many?” “The Quarter.”
The girl raises big eyes on me: "You know, I studied in school in three and I know how to cut only in half, I don't know the pieces. Do you take half?” Honestly, I did not expect this and was a little addicted when I looked at her. Then I pulled it off and asked, “Can you cut it twice in half?” “I can, if you show my finger.” Show me how to cut. She wraps my quarter and asks, “Can you tell me what the eight is? Here the grandmother comes alone, wants to take the eighth, and I can't cut her off, I don't understand, and she can't explain, immediately quarrels." He said that he just needed to cut three times in half, showed how. The girl drew the scheme on the paper and hid it, smiling: "Now our sales will rise! Thanks to you!”
And thank you, girl, for the craving for knowledge. And you are happy to eat eight, unknown to me grandmother!