Too

Gifts

For me, Kalmyk Savr. We sat, talked. And he wanted to listen to his favorite song “The Last Autumn” Shevchuk. I didn’t have one, and the equipment was broken. We decided to go to the covered market (m. "Otradnoy"), where they sell cassettes and let them listen. They took the beer, sat on some seizure, listened to the "last autumn", said. And nearby bicycles were sold, carried out on the street and set on top of each other, of different colors and sizes -a real bicycle paradise. “I will buy a bicycle to your daughter,” the Savr decided. I dissuaded him, the Savr in no way! And he chose not the bicycle that his daughter in height, but the one that is more expensive.

- So her legs will not reach the pedals!

- Nothing. Someday they will get it.

He sat on a bicycle and rolled, gaining speed. I run after him, I see - I do not have time. And then an old woman arises in my path. "Wait, son, she says, - help!" “I can't, Grandma, Kalmyk will leave!”

- Kalmyk will find the road. And you can only help me.

I feel that I get into some kind of fairy tale: Baba Yaga, Ivanushka-Durachk.

- How to help? It turns out that the old woman dropped a ball of red wool into the garbage tank. And, no matter how much she tried to get it, roll it off with her key with a hook with a hook, the ball fell down to the bottom of the tank. “Here's a key,” said the old woman.

I bent over the garbage tank, I see that a red ball really lies at the bottom. And then I turn on to the old woman - will she slap the tank cover on my neck? There was a similar case: two drunken plumbers came to me to repair a knee in the sink. When I bent down to check the work, one of them simulated the blow with my fist on the back of my head - especially for a colleague, so that he knew how to act in other cases. The old woman, of course, was not from that opera.

The ball, meanwhile, was not taken out in any way, all the time slipped from the hook. This is some kind of Sisyphus work, I thought, so my whole life can go through. In the end, I pulled the key so abruptly and strongly that the ball took off over the tank and I caught it on the fly like a ball.

- Here you have, grandmother, a ball! - And the Klyuk?

The key lay at the bottom of the garbage tank - instead of a ball.

- Well, grandmother! I said in my hearts. - You ...

- Zae ... La, son, Zay ... la! - according to the old woman Only without Klyuki I am like without hands!

OK. I jumped into the garbage tank (it is known what kind of threats and slips are), crawled out: - Here you are, grandmother, and Klyuka! - God grant you health, son! - said the old woman. I will not forget you a century!

I return home, I see: everything is in order. And Kalmyk Savr - at the table, and the bicycle is in the corridor. Of course, a daughter was able to ride on it only a year later. Then he became small for her.

The Savr joked on the phone that now it was a car. Well, I think it's already too much.

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