Christmas entry for the helpless
Preface
malkontenckich few little entries annoyed me and even gave expression to in the comments. Fortunately, the conversation with the authors convinced me that this second condition relates frondowa nice, cultural, and certainly not in his attitude zapiekłych bloggers, which in turn consoled me. Therefore
Christmas I decided to announce this entry "for the helpless", from which the allegedly "do not care."
I will lead the next war.
Christmas, first of all.
Conventional Installation. The composition and art direction: Goshia
Technical Support (Hewing and tightening): Tata,
Consultation: Mama
But secondly, you need to fight apathy by another method. A blogger disarmed me angry response to my remarks, that "something can handle the weekend." Oh, that is! Search
medicine.
offer so as they have. Will it work? We'll see ...
Fox meets Szewc shopping
Like Christmas, but the pre-Christmas time is a busy time. Some things are difficult and important as the soul wymiecenie or selection of gifts for loved ones, others joyful, such as common baking gingerbread and ride for Christmas, and some annoying, but necessary.
The latter include purchases of products, from which I am trying to wriggle out, let me not be counted.
One way is to snap his wife as soon as possible and to look around for a café. Mitigating circumstance may not be ordinariness of this method.
As is common, I realized is a cold Saturday, when the bustling, winter garden, a French Crossroads pronounced, do not know why the English, was heading with a cup of cappuccino in the direction of a secluded table. To immerse yourself in reading the latest issue Frondy.
garden was quiet because I was near the stage, which hired me closer to an unknown actor, entertain the kids, for my liking anything too loud or whatever for wesołkowato. Apparently the poor, have no children and did not know that children are completely normal people, and you can talk to them normally, or understand.
course from the halls are empty tables, but probably only for the disabled. For przygłuchych. I am deaf, but unfortunately not to the degree that I would qualify.
against hope I head to the opposite side, and here someone calling me:
- Dear Sir! Welcome!
Please! Familiar Shoemaker - lucky guy is a great table with a sofa bed - in a secluded corner, as the collective farm conditions, location.
from reading the thread, but even better coffee in the company of a charming raconteur.
- Once you have seen! - I say, once you have made ritual greetings and found a common sin of escapism and a lack of purchase of marital solidarity in this mitrędze.
Recovers good humor and even the somewhat noisy commotion suddenly becomes more sympathetic and less blatant wesołkowatość.
- Construction noise, before Christmas, people order the shoes for horse riding gifts. But I finally pulled my shopping. And what is there with you esteemed?
- And do you know, Mr Arthur, - I replied with alacrity - recently watched these blogs, which you once told me, and zirytowały me some. Instead of joyful, vigilant and active expectation, too much malkontenctwa, discouragement, helplessness. Well, let him tell you himself!
- think I should write a book someday parafrazowanym entitled "In search of the lost spirit of the times."
- Or are przemądrzali and aggressive, or again discouraged. And everything is supposedly guilty of "modern-bigots," too stupid to oppose the pope and the school children who are too stupid to teach them.
Shoemaker smiled with understanding.
- I am glad, sir, I have one more znajomka writer, because if I have too much of these nouveaux riches, which are beginning to ride a horse. A knowledge of them will be honored only for three hundred years, and that's not all.
I looked at him uncertainly. Mocks, and he says seriously? With that freak you never know. Sam complaining and picking on the poor, discouraged surfers. But the shoemaker with an innocent face, thoughtful, seemed to wait for the sequel.
- Humor me only spoiled - I continued a little unsure - but did not want to argue, because it's their more rozwścieczy or discouraged.
Apparently the times are such that nothing can be done. All lost. Our Polish Moses, it was a modernist, and the worm, the Church plunged into modernization, the government of President sucks, the Union received our independence, the Germans and the Russians had already reached agreement.
end of the world! And what we fought for? We left a little for today's youth, and she only complains.
nothing from them do not care? Do you remember how the state of war did not we lost hope? What was the spirit? What jokes told, even a stranger?
finally fell silent here, and I decided not to pull the rest of this, because fighting malkontenctwa complaining myself seemed absurd.
Shoemaker remained silent, as if not noticed, I'm waiting a little worried about his reaction. Would be foolish to change the weekend in a chat conversation between two bitter aunts. I was about to change the subject and talk neutrally, when he suddenly took my thread.
- nothing from them do not care? Oh, lord. I will never understand how a person could be helpless. And even then may be hero. I'll tell you something.
Shoemaker tells how he won power
under martial law gave me a new apartment block, housing estate, "the Fair" was called. Large block, 125 homes, it just reminded that it is like a big village, for 125 of fumes.
Well I was in the Old Town, the Szewska the backyard, the workshop heard from the front. But in one small room without a bathroom, with only one tap, with two small children, it was hard. And then the Underground urging to use different nieprzeżarte commune authorities, and even choose to give up and try to do the usual socialist democracy. I flew a little bit of tissue around the city, at some secret meeting, I counted the votes that communism does not indicate a result of 99% and so on, but I could not sit in a garage and only a hammer banging shoe on the hoof.
When the cooperative announced a meeting of residents, I went. It came three more. To 125 dwellings. Well, a representative of the cooperative, who had to go to the protocol of the Council appointed residents of Block.
charakternych met three people. And then people from earwire did not ask what they will be in it for them, just ask, what to do.
case was clear, was a four-Council, and I was mayor, that is, as always about himself later said, block, or Kapo.
authority lay in the street, but rather on the floor of the brudnoszarej PVC plates.
tasted this power is used, a wooden spatula. A spatula that you had to paint the staircase, or digging a hole in the ground and plant a tree.
Lord, it really was not funny, that's just ridiculous to mention it now.
As I was in the workshop, and the elevator is broke, my, not suspecting anything, opened the door and heard angry, tempered good manners, so only slightly raised voice:
- Are you the President? ... No? ... It's really a scandal! He is not a lift is not the point!
elevator is often spoiled, and the block has 20 floors. Fortunately, I lived on 15th, so getting to the wife of najzawziętsi, from the top floors.
those of lower did not want to climb so high, they preferred immediately to the administration.
we had no phone, vending machine at the bottom was often broken.
After some time, managed to get the phone to a conservator, and the situation has normalized, who is most disliked climb stairs, for example, mothers with children in prams, immediately telephoned him. Conservator had audiotele vote, so even though it believed that "if you stand or to lie, 2000 to be" had no choice: people who are home to 12 floors up, they become strangely convincing.
About
hinged on this: a little ingenuity in serious trouble. Long to tell how organized the planting of trees in the courtyard of brick similar to the bombing or unauthorized fencing of public parking.
neighbors accepted such things in advance, who had many children and no carpets, with their neighbors from the bottom, who listened hard taps zydli declining in sleepless nights. Gratitude was gaining time in humans, and that proved the concern, but nothing helped, and the indifference of those who benefited anything.
- Before we trigger a wife, let him tell you, at least, as the Lord was the hero - reminded talker.
- Now, now - said conciliatory Shoemaker - what I am saying. Little ingenuity in serious trouble!
Shoemaker tells how he was a hero
The Day thou hast it so happened that we had a failure of the water. The heat was, but the digger broke the pipe just before Christmas Eve. I was just at home and in awanturowałem Administration. Waterworks that it's not their fault that the builders that the Christmas and people on leave. But the administrator, which some residents postraszyłem rebellion, forced the end of Waterworks to send the team. Then they let
water. And then it turned out that one of the 17 th floor of the water pouring from the ceiling. His neighbor gapowata advance, a young girl dealing with bed-sit, she had to turn on the tap, when there was no water. Now, while water flooded the floor. Of course, flew to me, and I unfortunately was at home, satisfied with a successful intervention, I was just about to kill the carp, showing little son, how to do it.
We had to turn off the water in one vertical: residents of 30 apartments, who was delighted with the water on Christmas Eve, will now wait until gapowata neighbor returned from work.
molded I said to a neighbor who was worried as if it was his fault:
- Let's go, I have an idea.
went to the apartment next Gapowatej. We opened the young, beautiful lady, an acquaintance of the elevator. I explained that the neighbor next left open the tap and I'm looking for a way to get to her apartment. Do you allow a glimpse of the loggia? That might somehow left open doors?
look a bit lofty, but polite, grandmother of a higher sphere, an actress, żurnalistka or parrot.
- But please, gentlemen, of course. Come!
apartment furnished in expensive, elegant oak furniture. In a corner wearing a big fir tree has a wonderful, unknown to me that stores the decorations. The invisible speakers filtered quiet, soothing music. Playing as the Philharmonic, there is no kołchoźniki or bambina, you know.
floor with oak planks, strewn Persian carpets, fluffy, like English lawn.
Go, trying to tread on the toes and do not carry too much sand in our yard.
Unbelievable! The loggia is evident that the neighbor's doors are open! Both balconies are separated by a partition, but if you overdo the balcony railing, get around the wall, go to an adjacent balcony and ready.
not even wondering, it's the 18th floor. Wait a minute, I go to the flooded ankle-flat on the floor, soaked in a few centimeters, leaning against the wall, facing guitar.
I put the guitar on niezasłanym bed, go to the bathroom and turn off the water. The moment I come back the same way. Now I worry just how not to wet the floor and refined Persian carpets. But the beautiful neighbor, waving his hand dismissively and only ... no tears from me eyes. What a sight! Reaching the bottom of his soul. Looked at me as if my, if I .... Well, I do not know, came home from the keel of the ham.
- unless you climb the mountain? - Asked in amazement. This admiration, that look, sir dear, it was like a chord on the organ, taken in the church during midnight mass.
I know? For two years, a beautiful neighbor, bowed to me first and I was always zagadywała. Sir Arthur, what's up? Oh, how you jumped through the railing ...
Shoemaker pondered a moment.
- Lord, guitars do not even saved. It does not matter because the guitarist just came and fired it home early to celebrate Christmas Eve.
But the hero for the most beautiful was a neighbor of the block. So much for me.
She called my cell phone, wife finished shopping. I said goodbye to a thoughtful shoemaker (Merry Christmas, Mr. Arthur! Merry, merry, sir), and went his own way. It should finally be taken to help the woman. Eve.
Helplessness. Discontent. Laughable.
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