At the age of 9, I was wildly overwhelmed, and there was a desire to play guitar, hardly left the 3-room apartment, where 8 people lived at the same time, scratched on a single. All the money went to repair and slept on the floor. My zeal of playing the guitar was not noticed, mainly the answer was "Little yet", but in a month and a half I got them all so that my dad found some "bravo" with strings, and they gave me in a circle of guitar. For 2 years I suffered playing a piece of *****, instead of a pair of wheels, which had twists from gas balloons, with it and performed.

One day, my uncle and a friend visited me and asked me to set up a guitar, saying that they would pay 30 rubles for the setup. The guitar sounded like no other instrument I had played before. It was a Bulgarian Kremona, the deca was made of cedar, completely new, the aroma of wood made it clear immediately. Giving the guitar back, the uncle asked:

and good?

Oh ah...

She is yours. And here is another 30 rubles for adjustment.

At that moment I didn’t even understand what happened, it was the most pleasant and unexpected gift in my life. It turns out, my grandmother and grandfather all this time a little delayed to buy me a good tool. I want to make such a surprise to my children and grandchildren.