Story from life it will be said, will you believe? You will meet a friend in need

Question

Stories from life, it's easy to tell, but who, to whom should I tell them? If I have to say something, just as old Mr. Voskovec would say "relatively speaking", when I say, not like an actor in a dark auditorium, hearing only the rustling of candy pieces and the sighs of bored viewers, I have to see those eyes that do not believe they show white, those eyes that stare motionlessly would not lose the thread of the story, those eyes that shine when everything is well done, those eyes that are filled with tears, over the misfortune of the heroes. I must hear the heartbeat of the listener, his breath, I must feel not only the story itself, long ago or recently lived, but also the listener's belief in the truth of this story. It's not enough for me to stand in front of a mirror and tell myself, the worst listener I'm my own stories, which sometimes seem like a fantasy. Even so, I'll tell you one story of what incredible it seems, the truth is, it really happened. In short, I'll tell you ... You'll know a friend in need. Once a tramp was caught in a storm as the day approached evening. He didn't know where to lay his wet head. In the distance, he saw the cottage alone, then headed for it. Darkness everywhere, banging, did not want to wake people and collapsed to the door under the shelter. He fell asleep. In the morning, when the sun flickered on his face, he opened his eyes and saw two big eyes, the fangs laughing beneath them, he looked to the side where the carpenter left a hole and there, too, two big eyes, the fangs laughing beneath them ... His breath stopped, his heart was searching somewhere in his pants as the two large dogs rose quietly and walked slowly to the meadow. The loneliness of the loner who saw this, then with a piece of bread and milk, told the tramp that these dogs, who had never let a stranger into the house, lay quietly beside him all night, warming him, drying him, squeezing into his hips. To my soul, though unbelievable, the truth is true. I knew the tramp and the dogs. And now you. You, say something here, overcome Decameron.

Answer 1

When I got divorced, I ran with two children to a 3rd category apartment, without a bathroom. It was an apartment where there was water in the basement and the old neighbor said, "Well, they were always good barracks. The staggers and the guards from the shaft were late. But then it got shit. Well, not so long ago. How did the last bomb fall, so the barracks thickened, and since then there has been blind water. " (giggle) One evening, a two-year-old daughter was sick, someone rang. I opened it and a tiny grandmother with two sacks stood outside the door. And he said, "I heard you were cutting a fence because you had nothing to drown. I brought you wood. And I'll tell the secretary and he'll get them to bring you coal." He who has not seen will not believe. Since then, I have used the saying: No one will bring me wood, I do not owe anyone anything. I don't experience something that anyone thinks of me. (doh) Damn, somehow I'm starting to drown in those memories! I'll stop it!