Irina

How strange we are…people. We take every problem for some burning issue. In fact, it is a normal reaction, because we try to prevent ourselves from extinction. It is our nature. It is in our blood. However, such tempting invention as money is far from our nature. It is a disease, and this disease is infectious, chronic and inherited. Actually, it is well curable, but still…If you are infected with it, at least, try don’t share it with someone else.Once, sitting in the café, my friend told me that he had lost his job. He was panic-stricken, because he hadn’t told about this fact to his wife. He is not a henpecked husband, but still…Wife is a wife and crisis is a crisis. I don’t know why. I don’t know where. I don’t know when. And I absolutely don’t know how I caught this idea, or, to be more specific, how the idea caught me, but I fond the only way out. At that moment the only thought in mind was “the crisis…the crisis would mow us all down…the crisis would mow down me”.So, we had to act quickly. What do you think was the idea? Of course, to find a treasure. There was only one problem – where. Nevertheless, the solution was simple to get for us, young and creative. I hope, you don’t believe it was an island with a cave, map with a cross and pirates with a parrot. Of course, no. You are not so hackneyed. It was a court with a sandpit, lively imagination, idée fixe and very curious dwellers, who were eager to know the reason why the couple didn’t let children play in the sandpit.You may ask “Why a sandpit??!” We may answer, but don’t judge us strictly, please. “The sand is taken to a sandpit every year therefore the upper layers of the soil must be soft, loose and they can be easily dug.” The second reason was a little bit more persuasive. “Some years ago there was a cemetery instead of children’s playground and a nunnery.” As far as we decided to act immediately, we didn’t have any equipment, so we had to borrow some sort of it from the children who were so excited to find out that adults would play with them. It appeared that little, plastic shovels were easy to use. They can dig, chop, stab, level and even… become broken. Remember!!! A shovel can’t cope with a pavement of brick! All the more, when it comes across a horse shoe.Fortunately, our weather forecasters had failed our nature exam once again. It would be interesting to know how many repeating of examination they had already flunked. So, we reached the nearest bus stop, shook out of our pockets eight rusty nails, three or four interesting pebbles and one horse shoe. “It seems that we need a new plan… and a new shovel for the boy whose was broken…”
29 April 2009 11:51