Beauty in Turkish
“If you don’t understand what it’s about, it’s about your money.”
(The American Proverb

I have been on holiday in Turkey for a week. The habit of a measured rhythm, I know - what, where and how much to do and I do it, a little more and I will be offended that I am away from home in time swimming in the sea, I get towels, I participate in competitions, I come to lunch in time and I don't get a penny for it.
In the morning, after breakfast, when the whole family goes to the beach, I leave a dollar on my pillow in the room to raise the fighting spirit of the invisible Turkish cleaner. Not to say that it is very inspiring for her, but after the sea, the room always welcomes us with fresh linen on filled beds and so on from day to day. What else to wish...?
But today it happened differently.
My son and I walked on dangerous serpentines at night for an excursion to some Dolman-Hrellman, or Hrelman-Dolman, it was not important, but it was important that a woman remained in the room, who, unlike us, slept well and went for a walk around the city.
Closer to the evening, we, tired and hungry after the tour, climbed to the beach to pick up our mother, and most importantly the keys from the room.
We enter the room and believe nothing. By the color of the suitcase, the room looks like ours, but what is it? Around the various animals are lovingly twisted out of mahogany towels and towels. Here and the fish and... whether the goose or the dinosaur, as if today is a national holiday - the Day of Noah's Ark. Our surprising beds, carefully filled with roses. Flowers are arranged everywhere, and live mixed with those cut out of towels.
Even on my laptop is a plate with water, in which floats the naughty, healthy flower - the germ.
In one word, according to the Turkish concepts - it could have died of such beauty...
The silence was broken by the woman:
It seems to me that the tomb with the body of the deceased has just been taken from here.
We didn’t have time to say goodbye or say goodbye.
Everything possible was laid out in the form of hearts, even our shoes.
Probably, if the invisible cleaner had more time, she would have heated the TV controller on the fire and bend in the shape of a heart.
In the bathroom we were waiting for further inspection. The flowers in the shell were no longer surprised, but toilet paper was so skillfully decorated with barley that using such a beauty for the direct purpose would be the peak of cynicism.
Only our son was happy, and my wife and I thought... if it’s a hidden camera, then it’s unclear why? They came across the fact that the Turkish Minister of Tourism apparently came into our hotel with a check, but the wife immediately ran to the neighbors and found out that everyone had everything as always...
Late in the evening, when we had already accepted that in life there were inexplicable phenomena of nature, the wife suddenly asked:
Strange, I came back from the bazar this morning.
Fifty coins for one piece of paper and I was lazy to open the safe.
I hide the pencil and put it under your pillow. Did you not take...?
P.S

The treasure remained, it was preserved and even increased.
He could be touched by his hands, but he could not be taken away.”
(I. Ilf and E. Petrov)