He recently watched such a picture. The grandmother stood on the street with a stretched hand. She herself was robbed, in an old shabby coat. From under the coat looked a thin summer bathrobe that did not warm at all. The grandmother’s head had a thin handkerchief, on his feet – soaked shoes, you can see that not in size. Grandma did not ask for the passers -by, she stood silently and looked down. It was difficult to see her face, but when it was possible, I could not read any emotion in it. Emptiness in the eyes and inside. Two teenagers passed past the grandmother, 15 years.

They laughed loudly, used uncultured statements, and even so loud. The whole street has heard this disgrace. Despite their young age, the boys have already smoked and distributed smoke around them, showing how cool they are and “adults”. The boys approached the poor grandmother, shook her bull from a cigarette and fled with laughter. Grandma from surprise, her legs, her feet, and she sat on the ground. She began to blow on her hand, big drops of tears appeared in her eyes. Here, a boy, a 3-grader, ran up to her grandmother. He immediately helped his grandmother stand up. -Babusy, don’t cry.

Here is my pie, it’s still hot. Wait me here, just don’t go anywhere. I live here near, I’ll come now. Grandma took a pie; Only she wanted to thank the boy as he had already escaped, leaving her portfolio next to her. He returned in 5 minutes. He had iodine and a bandic in his hands. The boy treated his grandmother’s morning. And then he gave her his piggy bank. -I was collecting a machine here, a lot gathered, full gathered. But I can still accumulate, which is to you. So that the grandmother did not cry, the boy hugged her firmly. Grandma heard how quickly the heart of a little boy was beating. It was the largest and best heart in the world.