In one small district group VKontakte appeared an announcement: a guy is looking for a guitar. Whatever, the cheaper the better, and ideally in a gift. I scratched my brains: I have a guitar at home without a string and upset in the mud. The whole body, which is the most important thing. I don’t want to, I can’t play. I will give him a good deed.

We called and agreed to a meeting. The guy liked everything, but refused to take a gift.

Can I give you a beer for her?

Not principally for me. Take it, it doesn’t need it anyway.

“It doesn’t eat,” insisted the new owner of the guitar, “it just can’t! Sign is bad.

I went into the store, he took me two bottles of beer of medium quality, shrugged his hands and broke up.

And then I go home and think... It turns out that I just had a guitar?