And I was borrowed by your spiritual fellow men, who seem to be in a pity to spoil me all the festive mood. Please don’t give money, please don’t give money. I blame politeness and refuse to accept money. Scandals, but they seem to understand. It starts with your own "and what you can give". Give me anything. As a gift, well, you understand, a sign of attention and all that. Even a hammer, even a pot with a flower, even a chocolate, even a plush rabbit "dust collector";, even a cute shovel, bought in a tent "Print", which is on the way from the bus stop to my house, but a gift, not a catalog order. With the craftsman I will go shopping and for my money I will buy exactly the towel I want - myself - and get I want a gift.
Okay, I don’t want it anymore. You are lazy to think of what I might like at least a little...

What is so difficult just to say "Give a beautiful little thing to the soul, only so that it is not a pity to throw it out in a week?"
And you will have flowers, and rabbits-dust collectors, and even more original stuff, although budget.
People who ask such questions, as a rule, do not really understand how to rejoice in a gift, which in the farm will still not be useful, and the money is worth it. They think it’s a gift that’s worse than money.