Pasha was walking in the Park. The day was Sunny and warm. Pasha liked to walk in the Park, look at the blue sky, sit on a bench and think about life.
This day he will remember for a long time. Passing by the Playground, which was empty, the guy saw a purse. The brown new purse contained a few five-thousand-dollar bills, a few coins, and a map of the subway.
"Probably lost," Pasha guessed. He looked around, saw no one, and took a deep breath.
He was torn apart. On the one hand, there was a desire to take the find for yourself, as they say: "What fell is lost!", and on the other hand to find the "lost" and return the find, suddenly he really needs this money, suddenly they can solve someone's life?!
Pasha made a decision. He went to the security booth, which was located at the exit of the Park and gave the find to the guard.
The next day, walking in the same Park, Pasha saw the guard give the same purse to a young girl who was smiling, telling something, waving her hands and enthusiastically asking a man. The latter, seeing Pasha, pointed at him with his hand, and the girl, turning, ran to him and embraced him.
-Thank you-thank you-thank you! She breathed a sigh of relief and looked into his eyes. Smiled. This was the beginning of a new story, not HIS, but theirs.
What if he hadn't given the wallet to the guards? If I hadn't met this miracle in a red jacket and jeans? He would never have won, he would never have been-a winner!
Pasha was walking in the Park. The day was Sunny and warm. Pasha liked to walk in the Park, look at the blue sky, sit on a bench and think about life.
This day he will remember for a long time. Passing by the Playground, which was empty, the guy saw a purse. The brown new purse contained a few five-thousand-dollar bills, a few coins, and a map of the subway.
"Probably lost," Pasha guessed. He looked around, saw no one, and took a deep breath.
He was torn apart. On the one hand, there was a desire to take the find for yourself, as they say: "What fell is lost!", and on the other hand to find the "lost" and return the find, suddenly he really needs this money, suddenly they can solve someone's life?!
Pasha made a decision. He went to the security booth, which was located at the exit of the Park and gave the find to the guard.
The next day, walking in the same Park, Pasha saw the guard give the same purse to a young girl who was smiling, telling something, waving her hands and enthusiastically asking a man. The latter, seeing Pasha, pointed at him with his hand, and the girl, turning, ran to him and embraced him.
-Thank you-thank you-thank you! She breathed a sigh of relief and looked into his eyes. Smiled. This was the beginning of a new story, not HIS, but theirs.
What if he hadn't given the wallet to the guards? If I hadn't met this miracle in a red jacket and jeans? He would never have won, he would never have been-a winner!
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