Strategy of War
My classmate Anja with her daughter and old mother lives in the country near Peter all summer. The house is very old, grandfather built it.
Live and rejoice, only three years ago, the general idyll of the country village was destroyed by a new neighbor of absolutely banditic appearance and content.
The new master of life is called Artem - a healthy man with golden teeth (so far everyone guesses - he is an Armenian or a Gypsies, and they do not decide to ask, and do correctly...) Artem started with the fact that he bought two parts. Then he cut off his own possessions.
The neighbor moved to the right half of his new bathroom, and when he was upset, the city came in with expensive jeeps mixed with rugged coins, from which brothers of exactly the same unexplained nationality rose up and Artem under a general laugh, whispered the offended neighbor with his amber brushes on his lips, saying: "Learn to talk politely, then people will respect you too... he doesn't like my bath... And do you like to breathe air?"
When Artem became an artist. The membership fees of the Chairman of the Cooperative increased significantly.
But back to Anna. Her grandfather inherited an old well, which he own-handedly digged on his site with the help of a spade and a foolish vine.
No one had any more drinking water (the burdock that flows from the crane, no one had yet decided to drink). On the way out of the house, the holidaymakers picked up huge canes of drinking water from a column five kilometers from the village, for the weekend was enough with interest. So they lived. If some neighbor, left for a week old man, was running out of water, of course, Anja always let such a sufferer with a bowl to his well.
But here on the horizon, Arthem stumbled.
At first he, jealous of the happiness of others, began to look for water in himself. He pushed the excavators, turned his huge plot into a barracks, but there was no water.
Then a Roma or Armenian came to Anna and gave her an ultimatum: “Neighbor, since no one has water, your water should become public. All, your curly life is over! So I give you a week of time - cut the passage in your fence and from here to the well remove the beds, so that people will have a free way to your water."
Anja tried to object, saying, if we make a passage on our unfortunate six hundred, then what will be left of us? And the well is not bottomless, not always enough water, and...
Arthem interrupted her with a simple and honest question:
My aunt decided to fight with me. You are ready for yourself
The war...?
A week later, when the deadline of the ultimatum came out, an Armenian Gypsies with a gasoline pile cut an arch in a wooden fence, and through the hole that formed immediately became apparent that the Annie family was not ready for the war.
The daughter is crying, the mother's heart has grabbed, and Anja was not delighted with the start of the fighting. On this note, an old village grandmother knocked into the house, who had been wearing steam milk from her cow for many years.
Quickly asking - what is in the house for mourning, and the deceased is not, received an exhaustive answer and... amused:
Well, you are urban, just like children, you can’t live on.
You do not know how to value and protect yourself.
Anna objected to:
How to protect? With an empty hole on him? You would see him.
Even your neighborhood is on its folds.
I don’t want to watch, but not everything is resolved by force. I want my own
My son, Mitka, will go to the grave of life and take that shit away from yours.
The wells. You’re only on gasoline, but on beer. will do.
The next day, near the well was already painted an old, dirty village toilet. Usual such a wooden toilet - this stands on any garden.
Seeing this miracle, Arthem became angry:
You are fucking! How could you paraphinize your drinking water? Same
Now put your dirty stuff on. Thou thou! I even fell with you.
to talk!
On this Armenian forever turned off the fighting and lost interest in strategic access to the water, and his front intelligence never learned that there was no hole under the wooden house - it was a fake airfield, and the real bio-airport, as before, was inside the house.
But the war has not yet ended...
Grandma's son Dima, after rebuilding the national economy after the war for half a liter (he made a gap in the fence), said:
- Here is the cattle base, such a fence ruined! Don’t worry, I’m just
I will punish him in my own way.
Artem's house on one side went out on the busy track and on Sunday evening, Dima passing by, stopped and carefully laid several ordinary plastic bags with garbage under his windows.
All the rest was accomplished by the herd instinct of the holidaymakers, hundreds of kilometers wrapped in the traffic jams home.
Half an hour later, near Artem's house, a garbage hole grew up of such size that you can play the "King of the Mountain" at least ten times.
Since then, two years have passed that the poor Armenian Gypsies did not do: and carried out the washing machine and the face was beaten by the sinkers, nothing helped. The instinct of the holidaymakers going with the garbage on the grass is stronger than any Gypsy Armenian, even as brutal as this one. So he still lives near a huge stinking bunch of garbage, next to the advertisement plaque: “Do not throw garbage!”