I was on the metro for work today. There was a disabled wheelchair in Belarus. He began to talk about helping him. Well, the Moscovites are a good people, everyone began to throw the little things, all the things. At the Mayakovskaya door, the wagon opens, the wheelchair runs out, a guy runs to him, takes a bag with money and begins to run away. A second pause, the wheelchairman jumps out of his wheelchair and begins to run after the guy!
And the guy, scattering the little thing out of the package, runs to the way out and cries:
I did a miracle! I am Mother Teresa! Hurra comrades!
The doors of the car closed, people understood the situation and began to roar.
You made my day, thank you!