Good water

I experienced endless apartment repairs and, like a goldfish, was on constant shipments from my workers.
That time they sent me for the cardboard to save the new floor from scratches.
A couple of boxes I asked at a marketplace from a familiar merchant, a few sheets were given at McDonald's, but this was clearly not enough, and to go through the traffic jams to the construction market for cardboard, at the price of oak parquet, well, I didn't want to.
I walk past the supermarket, I look at a large disassembled box of plasma underneath the garbage tank. What is needed. and parked.
At the same time, he decided to free the car "bar" from empty bottles and bottles.
I went to the garbage, in one hand a handful of empty dishes, in the other a banker of Coca-Cola. I’m standing, drinking and turning the box with my feet to see if it’s not too dirty.
Behind me I hear a voice:

"Son, don't drink any ugliness, hold your bowl stronger, I will pour you good water.

I turn around, I see an old woman of eighty years, stretches out a small plastic bottle and begins to gently pour water out of it into my bowl.
From surprise, I did not even rush, but stood like under hypnosis and obediently continued to hold the bowl.
And here to me came the whole picture of what was happening, I saw myself from the side: dinner, coldryga, Moscow sky splashed with wet snow, next to the "waste" stands a man dressed in the "killed", a hollow jacket, from which the crutches of synthpone, a beard in cement dust, on the legs of the ketas in gray paint, and on the head of a baseball with almost a cut-off cradle. Collecting cartons and "untouched banks from washing"
I said, enough is enough, enough is enough. A great thanks.

He even made a swallow.
The old woman replied, “Hello, walk with God. You have your shoes.

With her was a ten-year-old grandson and he alone had to hold a huge cart with foods, while the grandmother fought with "all the bombs." The boy shouted impatiently:
Leave it, I barely hold it.

The old lady stumbled with her grandson, and they slowly turned their chariot towards the subway.
A minute later, an unexpected voice came from the car:

- Grandma, you drank me with good water, thank you again for that, now let’s at least bring you home.

The grandmother had such a frightened face, as if she accidentally scattered a dinosaur egg, and then a ten-meter-long mommy was drawn.

After long negotiations, they still climbed up to me on the back seat, with a cart. The grandson spoke with an enthusiastic whisper:
Oh yeah you! Look at the speed! We will be home in a few seconds and even without any metro! I’ve never been to Lexus before, and you?

And the grandmother replied:

You see how it happens in life, if you help the one who is weaker than you, then you look, and the one who is stronger will help you.