I recently went to the village where I spent all my holidays as a child.

In conversations with local grandmothers, one man, Valera, was immediately disregarded.

In his side behind the back were often brought insults, one grandmother with me even spit after him. “The merchant, the speculator, the capitalist” are the softest statements I have ever heard about him. You know, more concise and concise expressions were enough. To my question, and why he is so bad, everyone replied, "How, he is selling everything with a twist!!! Buy cheaper and sell more expensive!!!

I, frankly, did not understand the claims of the grandmother, but after talking with Valery and watching his activities, I realized that there was something wrong with the grandmothers.

When the food car stopped coming to the village. The villagers asked Valery, the only person working in the district center, to bring bread and grains. He never refused. I never took money for services.

When he was retired from work, he repaired his old store and started trading. In order for the village to always eat fresh bread, he went three times a week at 5 am to the district center 30 km away to buy freshly baked beetles on the passing bread kit (later they were just decomposed there).

I put the twist, but it was two rubles for each bottle - in my mind exactly enough to cover the gasoline costs. In the store was always available the most necessary, purely, the seller took a pleasant young mother with many children, who became a widow by unfortunate coincidence of circumstances.

Once a week, he gathered the wishes of all the neighbors and went to the pharmacy. I took the medicines exactly as much as they cost. It says, the principle is, does not allow conscience to survive on medicines.

In a repaired shelf he arranged a oil bowl, which made life easier for all the villagers, since before many had to give seeds to the shoppers for free prices.

And most importantly, knowing the pathological situation in the village with alcohol, completely abandoned its sale in the store. By the way, to the joy of many grandmothers who compete with each other in the realization of the youth’s self. For some reason, they do not regard themselves as speculators or dealers. is surprising.