and today. The store. On the box in front of me – a girl of school age and rather poor look. Buying a postcard. The cashier says to her, “57 rubles.”



The girl breathes, turns and begins to slide past me to bring the postcard back to place.

I say :

Stand up, what are you?

The girl:

– Well, I have 7 rubles missing... – and shows a half-piece compressed in the fist.

Go to the box, I said. I will pay you seven rubles. – In response to the girl’s questioning look, I add: – Well, let’s like, a little New Year you have today...

The cashier pierces the card, I count the money, the girl takes the card and says, “Thank you very much!”

But it’s nonsense... The most important thing is her eyes at this moment. The child was really happy. He happily escaped the store.

P.S. The postcard read, “Happy Birthday, Mom!”