This story happened a couple of years ago. It was early spring, early March. I went tired after work, just got a long -awaited salary. She went and thought in her head what to spend it: communal, products, everything like everyone. I decided to go to the supermarket and please myself something sweet to coffee. At the entrance to the supermarket there was a woman with Sumy look. She sold wool socks. – Handwork, wool, is very warm! Take it, don’t regret! Said the old woman.

I was so scholar. It stands, one, cold wind, dans. I came closer to consider her product. 45 size, it is clear that handmade, is quite rude, but natural. The color is also for the lover, but still decided to buy. Although 45 size and it is worth saying that at that time I was not married, even in relations was not. Therefore, if it is logical, then I just threw away money and stayed without sweet to coffee. She came home and immediately hid this misunderstanding wherever.

She drank coffee, it was a little bit that without sweet, but still there was a pride that did a good deed. A month later, I met my people. Andrew is a tall, successful, pretty man with a 45 leg size. One day, my Andrew was a pretty bundle. I immediately mentioned those socks. And so: they really helped. Now when cold, my husband immediately puts them on. And I remember that old woman; Hope everything is well. That’s right, the woman asked to buy stupid woolen socks for her husband: I bought, although it was anyone to wear them. And after six months they came in handy.