The story is not to be humorous, but you can laugh in a couple of places.
Recently at the table met an old courtyard company, shared the news: who where and what...
And we talked about the fact that the phone night will not take any of us, but if something more serious...
Here I laughed, I said, big money needs to be worn as if you have no money for your soul and you have nothing to lose - I did so many times.
Everyone was left, said the best defense is to hide the very fact of the presence of value, and one comrade objected, said not always - even the story told (further from his words):
My sister and I, as companions of life, left the area - lived in rental apartments, in the old apartment our mother lived - we visited her on Saturdays... and here she was not - buried, and the apartment decided to sell. A spacious shuttle in Stalingrad and a minute from the subway in a good area in the center of Moscow - money would be enough for two pairs more easily somewhere in the bedroom area. I already checked the option, and my sister also had an apartment on the receipt. It was only left to sell, but the buyer also turned.
Only the money had to take cash and unexpectedly very - someone to call with you was - went alone.
And while I was - I thought - money, let's say, not small - for such can kill, if they learn, about what someone can do - I did not think. And I came up with a brilliant, as it seemed, scheme - went down to McDonalds - took lunch to take - in one hand a bag of paper, in the other - a glass of cola, went up to the apartment. The documents were signed, the money was packed in a package, the coke was in the other hand, I wished the buyer a happy stay and I walked through the street - the package was swallowed, as if there were really three big-makes and a cocktail, in my mind - all in my new apartment.
I bowed the head of the coca to drink, then once... and instead of a package in my hands only a small piece of paper - I didn't even see who pulled out of his hands - only the people in the direction of the backbone looked around. While stumbling - a couple of seconds lost, running around the corner into the pitch - he and the trail frozen.
It looked like a little circles - the hands do not listen, the lips tremble, the knees bend, the heart beats passes. How can I imagine that I now call to explain first to my wife, then to my sister... or first to my sister - it's no better that I'm just about... more money than I earned in my whole life - I don't want to live - I seriously think about suicide, but the surrounding reality does not provide easy ways: on the street traffic jams - you don't drop under the car, the houses around you - not high enough - you will fall - you only break everything. This is not the way out. It is necessary to call, but what to say is not clear - so much money I, even if from morning to night, I will only earn to the gray old age, it is if my sister will give her share, and not leave anything for myself at all. And my wife and I were so dreaming of having a child prepared, so much she had already promised to have time...
I took a few steps to the bench, I sat down and went away - I think like I would sell myself to organs or into slavery and what to say to my wife, I rethink my life. Suddenly, I feel, somebody shakes me behind the shoulder and something is stretching me... at first I wanted to give without dealing, but the stinging has not yet passed. I raise my eyes - I see the face of the hip-hoped and even punk outdoors, frightened by something that says something to me and ticks something under my nose. I lower my eyes - a pack of paper made of macdake... the first thought: "The good people decided that I was upset because of food - they give me their lunch." Then I watch the package twist, how it deforms under the weight of the content... I raise my eyes, I hear:
I don’t need a stranger! I wanted to eat – I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday – I thought the hamburgers...
I take the package unswervingly, I open it unswervingly.
I don’t steal at all, I just haven’t eaten for a long time, I thought.
I read with my eyes packages of money – like everything is in place, none is opened.
So you... it’s... don’t heart... I didn’t know.
I lay in my pocket and got a thousand and a half.
Oh you sing.
You are! I don’t need a stranger... I’d...
From the lengths of one and a half, shaking, he takes the five hundred, the thousand falls on the asphalt, he raises it and stretches it to me... I look at him with round eyes. He put a note in my pocket:
Do not need.
And he leaves.
While he was going home, he thought in turn: "It was necessary to hand him over to the police," "What I gave him so little money, I am ashamed," "It was necessary to give him this glass with a collar - it still does not climb," "And suddenly there is a piece of paper cut instead of money... no, everything is arranged as I put..."
I normally brought the money home, counted everything - no notes were lost. He bought flowers to his wife, called that everything was okay, then called his sister, went back, bought flowers for her too. We normally moved to new apartments...Thank you guys, I haven’t told this story to anyone.
There were tears in his eyes. In the normal course, the celebration was not able to return soon.