A couple of years ago I had a serious accident. Kamaz, loaded with a sling, flew out on the opposite lane and took down 3 cars. In the first car, the man died on the spot, in the second the elderly couple survived, but I was treated for a long time in the third car. He was caught six months later in Rostov and imprisoned for seven years. But the post isn’t about that...it’s prehistory.
I lie, I mean, I am on the side in blood and dirt and think about how I want to live. Not so... live! There is a girl around me and there are a lot of people around me. She leaned to me and said the ambulance is already coming, you do not turn off, I will now take away the gold from you (just the one...which was then stolen in the end), or little. Well, I grabbed her hand and said that there was money and documents in the mess (and the car was around) to take them too.
I was taken to the hospital until there was a micro-stroke, from which there were severe headaches and tremors of the right arm. The right hand works once in a while. They brought, gathered and treated.
And here comes she! I said goodbye to gold and money. But she came. They left their coordinates and exchanged phones.
Three weeks later, I was fired. As I woke up, I got fine. I go to her with a cake.
If anyone knows, there is such a slave village Sverdlovsky in the Щелковском district. So there is an old foundation, barracks with all the outputs. I go into such a bar, in the parody smell of cats and urine, dirt. I call.
He opens and meets. I walk into the apartment. One, very, very poor, but very clean. A three-year-old girl runs out. I was upset, I say, so why didn't I say that daughter, I said without a gift, only a cake.
We sit in the kitchen and drink tea. Here is her story. A girl of 22 years. If briefly so, the parents of Alkashi, drunk everything, even to the apartment. Her grandmother took her. After school, she went to college, met the love of her life, became pregnant, the love immediately evaporated. I decided to give birth to grandmother. She gave birth and her grandmother died. No other relatives. Well done, there is a good apartment. Washing the floors in the offices and shops, the child in the neighborhood and in the kindergarten.
I listened to it and I was sad. The tea drank. She brought my gold and my money. I said goodbye, got out of this barracks, sat in the car, smoked and how let me cry. I cry and go back. He opens the door. I’m talking about money. She was scared, saying nothing. And I say it is 250 thousand. Take it yourself. Take it for you and your daughter. Here it is enough to learn about manicure, pedicure and everything else. You will work at home, recruit customers, you will be clean and beautiful and the child is supervised. “Here she started to cry. She gave her that money.
I went out and it was so easy for me.
Six months have passed and she has really learned everything she can and now works from home. Repairs were made and I went to sea with my daughter for the first time. In general, everything went well with them. I also go to marathon sometimes.
So, Christina, if you are reading this, know that you are a real man! Because you didn’t take anything away, even if you could, considering how you lived. You are a man because you did not lower your arms and did not fall by yourself. You’re a Human because it’s not me your chance in life, it’s you showed me that there are more People! ?
The Jewish Carnofsky family, who immigrated from Lithuania to the United States, regretted the 7-year-old boy and brought him home. He was initially given homework to feed the hungry child. There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.
As he went to bed, Mrs. Karnovsky sang a Russian cave to him, which he sang with her.
Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs. Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.
Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as it was accepted in Jewish families. He sincerely admired his musical talent.
Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in such compositions as St. James Hospital and Go Down, Moses.
A little black boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907. And proudly spoke freely in yiddish.
In memory of this family and for the rest of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned to “live real life and determination.”
This little boy was called Louis Armstrong.