2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
Once upon a time there was a girl named Glasha. She was kind girl. Very kind. And polite. And one day Glasha came up with a bright idea to plant an apple orchard.
She studied the basics of agricultural technology, chose the varieties of apple trees that she wanted to plant, so that the apples were sweeter, tastier. I collected fertilizers, prescribed instructions for caring for apple trees.
The tale takes a long time to tell, but it is not soon the matter is done. In general, she planted apple trees. The apples were ripe and they were very tasty. Since she was a girl, she was kind, polite and open, and the garden was at a glance. She treated apples to her mother, her girlfriends and, in general, everyone who was close to her and who she liked.
And so, Glasha began to notice that her apples were disappearing. She began to observe - and saw how the yard boys just walk by and pluck the fruits of her labors.
Glasha was at a loss, she thought that they would at least ask her permission. After all, she herself will never take someone else's without asking! But no, they did not ask. Glasha's mother explained to her that such is the proportion of polite and prey people, that it is not good to be greedy, that it is not proper to reprimand the courtyard boys, that she should not be evil and, in general, "decent girls should be generous and kind." And Glasha really wanted to be decent!
And so it went on until there was only one apple from all the apple trees. Then Glasha was seriously worried and decided to put up a sign next summer that this garden was private property. On the plate, she politely and kindly asked to respect her labors.
And yet, the situation has changed little. As before, passers-by continued to pick apples, and on her plate they painted funny faces and a few indecent words.
Glasha was seriously alarmed! At regular gatherings with girlfriends and apple pies, she heard that it was possible to build a fence, a fence that would protect the garden from such impolite encroachments.
Glasha decided on this, although she was very ashamed and uncomfortable. I built a fence, just in case, I also installed a garden scarecrow. The problem with passers-by has been resolved.
Then thieves began to walk around. They climbed over the fence, picked apples and sometimes littered the garden.
It was insulting! Glasha built the fence even higher, wrapped the top of the fence with barbed wire. The thief problem has been resolved.
Then burglars got into the habit of her garden. They rammed through a high fence, cut barbed wire, plucked apples and even once uprooted a couple of apple trees (apparently, for themselves, for seedlings).
Glasha decided to take drastic measures: she personally began to build the Great Wall, laid it out of bricks. I put peaks and stakes on the wall, ran wires with electric current. But even on this Glasha did not calm down. She sprayed her apple trees with a special agent that interrupts the delicious aroma of her apples. The Burglars issue has been resolved.
People no longer saw her wonderful garden, no one could smell the apple flowers. Nobody knew what was going on behind this Great Wall. Only sometimes, a passing Tuzik could "mark the territory" by urinating on the Wall that Glasha had erected.
Glasha also took measures against the Tuziks: she dug a deep pit near the wall and filled it with water. And in the water she got crocodiles that would devour anyone who comes close.
So, Glasha was no longer bothered by the yard boys, thieves, burglars. No other Tuzik dared to come close and desecrate the Great Wall for her apple orchard.
No other person could ever get inside. And Glasha could no longer go outside, walled up in her fortress. Over time, people forgot about her apples, about her garden. And they also forgot about Glasha herself.
Only one thing worried Glasha: bitterness at how unkind and impolite she was.
Well, the feeling of loneliness, at times.
And the apple tree scent from her garden was no longer heard.
And you, my beloved readers, have you come across yard boys in your life? And with thieves, burglars? And with the Tuziks? What walls did you build to protect your Apple Orchard?
Or maybe your garden was left unprotected because you are very polite and kind?
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