We went somehow with friends to rest, we stood at the station near a small shop, we smoked. Appropriate looking man, asking for a penny for bread. Since I have developed a stereotype that such people cannot give money in their hands because they will be spent on vodka, I propose to buy him bread. He agreed and then tearfully thanked, called the daughter, told about the difficult fate, everything as appropriate.

By the way, I bought it right away in the store they stood next to.



A week later we came back, standing next to this store again, smoking, waiting for the car. Near the black entrance to this store is knocking the same man with a bowl of bread. He is opened by the same saleswoman from whom I bought him the same bread, takes the bucket and gives the man half of its value.