Neighbors
Finally, the long-awaited, joyful November day in my life has come. The construction company, with which I signed a contract for the purchase of an apartment and paid a lot of money, handed over a long-term construction, a nine-story house, where we will all live in it cheerfully and amicably. The construction lasted for five years. I have already repaid most of the loan to the bank, which I took for the construction of this housing. A very profitable service, a loan to an individual, only at eight percent and a repayment period at the request of the client, and most importantly, when you save up money, you can repay it ahead of schedule. My best friend gave me this good advice on a loan.
He himself used and still uses this service and does not complain, but he gets everything he wants. So, the day of the move has come. I moved in very quickly, I didn't really want to pay extra money for a rented apartment. By an amazing coincidence, my new neighbor turned out to be an old one, that is, not in terms of age, but a neighbor, Marina, who lived in the house where I rented an apartment. She and I were very surprised and at the same time delighted. She lived without a husband and raised a boy of about six years old. His name was Leshkoy. She was a very amazing, modest, well-mannered and kind woman. With such qualities it is now rare to find a woman. And her boy was a smart guy, but we made friends with him very much.
Time flew by quickly, New Year was approaching. He began to beg his mother to apply for a new bike to Santa Claus. As she did not dissuade Leshka, they say, Santa Claus gave them a good gift anyway, he gave them an apartment, and he had no money left. But children are children, they cannot understand that adults do not always have a wallet full of money. He wants it, great, and that's it, because he has friends, and why he can't have. I decided to make a gesture of goodwill and make Lesha's dream come true. Moreover, he became as dear to me as my son. I'm very attached to him, and maybe not only to him. And the neighbors are old.
New 2013 has come. My neighbor and I decided to unite and celebrate this year together, especially since Leshka was not against it. Santa Claus turned out to be very generous this year, brought good surprises and gifts at home. Lesha had such surprised and big eyes when Santa Claus handed him a huge box. At first Leshka was embarrassed, not knowing what to do, then he looked at her for a long time from all sides, before starting to reveal it. And when he opened and saw a two-wheeled bicycle, he opened his mouth and froze for a moment, and then he told a rhyme, and sang a song, and danced, and even gave a hand-made Christmas tree with toys to generous Frost
After his demonstration, the boy turned to his mother and said: “Mommy, and you said that Santa Claus had no more money left for gifts! You see how good and kind he is, he did not forget about my request, he saved up money! I really, really love him !!! He is such a magician !!! " The kid, with tears of joy, ran up to Grandfather and began to hug and kiss him. This moved me so much that I could not hold back my tears. Noisy and joyful winter holidays are over.
Spring has come and it's time for the new bike to be run in. All the little ones in our house have uncovered their bicycles and are racing all over the street, without disassembling the road. Once I was driving home from work, a red light was on at the intersection. There is a Zhiguli behind me. Suddenly Leshka rushes along the road on a two-wheeled pedal horse, his mouth wide open with delight, his eyes in different directions. In short, he drives the Zhiguli into the ass with acceleration. Naturally crashes, damages his legs, arms, fortunately not much. Gets a couple of abrasions ... Everything is obviously clear - the traffic cops, the ambulance .... The doctor smears the boy's abrasions with brilliant green, and Leshka roars at the top of his lungs. The doctor began to distract him by talking, asking questions so that he would not cry, like “What's your mother's name? Where does she work? Where do you live? Who will you be when you grow up? " And Leshka answers through the snot: - “As a driver in KamAZ…” The driver of the “Zhiguli” suddenly blurted out: “Wow, God forbid to live!”
Victor K.
