April 30, 2008 at 01:48Invented Realities
One good man had a piece of land ... Such a pretty little house stood there, a wooden fence ... And suddenly, next to his plot, right behind the fence, they started building something orginal ... Maybe a skyscraper, or maybe a business center ... They built it , and then the funds ran out ... And there was a lot of building material ...
A kind man thought, and made a hole in his fence ... Put some bricks for himself, a little slate ... But how much does one person need? Here he was, from the kindness of his soul, told everyone he knew about his manhole, wrote announcements ... And he began to let people through his precinct free of charge for “no man's good” ... He had no benefit in that, except for universal gratitude - it became warmer in my soul, when frequent guests “thank you” said, they shared a meal with him, they supported the conversation ...
And everything was fine until it turned out that his courtyard was small, and often people, literally, had to line up on the street in order to get to the official freebie. He talked with people, they gathered their money, helped a little, but he began to finish the guest rooms on his own, pave the path, expand the gates. Naturally, I had to close the hole regularly, dig holes, put up construction machines on the site, let down night lights ...
But most did not understand it - they started shouting “why did you block the passage with your cars?”, “I’m because of you, bastard, the hole fell! ” and other nasty things ... Immediately there were Orava advisers who started to say with a smart look where and what column to put, how and what to build ...
And the most curious case was when people began to pile up part of the stolen material on the street, near the lavatory ... They said, "I'll pick it up tomorrow", "let it fall around here, maybe someone needs it ..." And after some time this, I’m sorry, the bathroom , barricaded that there was no access to him at all ... I had to man on his own to rake it all up, move it to another place, and completely throw out the rubbish back to the construction site. And so, grateful little people, seeing this raised a terrible cry. Everyone found something irreplaceable that was thrown out by a negligent owner, everyone shouted that with such an attitude he would better go to the construction superintendent and buy the same material from him ...
But it ended up with that ...
A kind man thought, and made a hole in his fence ... Put some bricks for himself, a little slate ... But how much does one person need? Here he was, from the kindness of his soul, told everyone he knew about his manhole, wrote announcements ... And he began to let people through his precinct free of charge for “no man's good” ... He had no benefit in that, except for universal gratitude - it became warmer in my soul, when frequent guests “thank you” said, they shared a meal with him, they supported the conversation ...
And everything was fine until it turned out that his courtyard was small, and often people, literally, had to line up on the street in order to get to the official freebie. He talked with people, they gathered their money, helped a little, but he began to finish the guest rooms on his own, pave the path, expand the gates. Naturally, I had to close the hole regularly, dig holes, put up construction machines on the site, let down night lights ...
But most did not understand it - they started shouting “why did you block the passage with your cars?”, “I’m because of you, bastard, the hole fell! ” and other nasty things ... Immediately there were Orava advisers who started to say with a smart look where and what column to put, how and what to build ...
And the most curious case was when people began to pile up part of the stolen material on the street, near the lavatory ... They said, "I'll pick it up tomorrow", "let it fall around here, maybe someone needs it ..." And after some time this, I’m sorry, the bathroom , barricaded that there was no access to him at all ... I had to man on his own to rake it all up, move it to another place, and completely throw out the rubbish back to the construction site. And so, grateful little people, seeing this raised a terrible cry. Everyone found something irreplaceable that was thrown out by a negligent owner, everyone shouted that with such an attitude he would better go to the construction superintendent and buy the same material from him ...
But it ended up with that ...