What is needed for happiness?

I don’t know, but my father told me the following story.

My father is a long-distance driver with 40 years of experience. Somewhere in the 80s.

He drove in a group of such drives from somewhere from Astrakhanskaya.

north of the Arbuze. Downloaded the car - "KAMAZ" s

trailer "shalland" (this is such a long trailer) watermelon, a few tons.

My father went on his way back. As it was closer to the evening,

He went not very far, some hundred kilometers away, and decided to stop.

The night. And around only the steppe - flat, like a table, such an impression,

Not a single hill, not a single tree.

During the night, about a dozen and a half cars stopped off the road.

There was no difference between the road and the non-road. Drivers

They climbed out of the cabins and do their business, who heats the tea, who in the

The car is digging. The night is dark, there is no sight of the nibble.

And suddenly one of the trailers, loaded with strawberries, literally entered the sidewalk.

The waters were scared that in a step, a trailer with a cargo could crash.

Weighing more than 10 tons??? Imagination painted paintings one more terrifying

The other. The monsters from the books no longer seemed fairy tales. Water, captured

For the courage of the lights and mounting, go see. Look at... Further

A painting of oil. Around the trailer stood a terribly lame and dirty camel.

(And where did it come from?) and with the indescribable expression of great Happiness on the mouth

I cried at the end of the trailer! It is done! He found it! In the steppe! not scared

The camel even the loud whisper of 15 men.