Vadik arrived on the promised land with one backpack, two hundred U.S. dollars and three courses of MISI (Moscow Construction) behind his shoulders.

The backpack dropped on the balcony of a relative who arrived a few months earlier, and immediately went to build something low in the neighboring hotel complex. Five and a half days a week he mixed the solution and carried various cargoes on himself, held and served, thrown and carefully installed various objects in the place of the future pavilion.



Vadik did all this under the guidance of a gray boss of forty years who rarely appeared on the venue, in the company of a dozen dull, cuddly guys who communicated with each other on the local throat. Vadik himself spoke to everyone in English, which he did well. He generally loved different languages, and he went to the construction university more for the company and geographically - lived nearby.



Colleagues at work in the historic homeland served Vadik with eastern sweets, drank coffee, pronounced the words and sentences that he tried to remember, and in general were smiling and quite friendly to the new citizen of a small but proud country.



On Fridays and Saturdays, Vadik rested on the balcony allocated to him, almost not communicating with anyone, systematizing the knowledge gained over the week. Sometimes I only watched a movie in Russian with a relative from the nearest video rental under a bottle of cold local beer.



A month later, the young man was already tolerantly dealing with his sluggish comrades at work in a new language for him, and a few months later he decided to upset the chief with almost free speech in Hebrew – it would make the job easier, raise the rank, and at the same time raise the salary.



Arriving at work on Sunday (it is the beginning of the working week in Israel on Sunday), Vadik, after listening to the instructions of the day, pronounced by the boss in his usual rubbed English, replied with a long tirade, including not only a few good considerations, but also wishes of good health and to the boss and members of his family including children, brothers, parents and all the "rabbit relatives" up to Sakha Bukashka. All in Hebrew!

At the end, satisfied with himself, Vadik remained silent.

The slightly upset boss also opened his mouth, and when he was able to do it, he spoke everything in the same English.

Do you understand what you said to me now?

“Yes,” answered the glowing Vadik.

Do you understand in what language?

Of course! In the Hebrew! Looking proudly at the boss, the new repatriant replied.

“Nearly,” the boss smiled, “it’s Arabic.

What? what? – Vadik was terrified, – and these? – he pointed out to the fucking and dumb guys.

They are Arabs. from the neighboring village. Palestinians are like.

Vadik nodded his shoulders, darkened.

“But you are good,” continued the boss, “and from this day on you become a brigadier’s assistant.

And the salary? The smile gradually returned to Vadiq’s face.

If you learn Hebrew, I will rise up. You seem to have it quickly.

A month later, Vadik learned Hebrew, and his salary was immediately raised by one and a half times.



But two more later he went to the hotel business, the owner of the hotel where the construction was going invited, having heard about a guy almost freely speaking in four languages. Now Vadik speaks at five, added Spanish, but writes mostly in C++. It was more profitable...