I went into a flower shop to buy bouquets for my wife and daughter. I had already chosen one when I suddenly noticed an old man at the entrance.
An old-fashioned raincoat, trousers with creases, boots, a simple shirt under the raincoat.
He didn’t look like a homeless person. He was just poor. But at the same time surprisingly neat and proud.
– What are you standing here for, grandpa? You’re disturbing the customers.
The old man didn’t argue, but only said quietly:
– Excuse me, girl… How much does one mimosa branch cost?
An impudent saleswoman sold the old man a broken mimosa branch: I couldn’t resist and decided to help the old man
The girl said irritably.
– Are you crazy? I can see that you have no money. Why ask?
The old man took three crumpled tens out of his pocket and asked cautiously:
– Maybe you can find something for thirty?
The saleswoman looked at the money, smirked, and pulled an almost lifeless mimosa stem out of the basket — broken and dull.
— Here, take it. Get out of here.
The old man carefully took the branch, and then thoughtfully tried to straighten it. At that moment, I noticed a tear roll down his cheek, and such despair was reflected on his face that I felt bitter.
I felt very sorry for the poor old man, and I decided to teach the impudent, ill-mannered saleswoman a lesson.
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The impudent saleswoman sold the old man a broken mimosa branch: I could not restrain myself and decided to help the old man
I approached the saleswoman, feeling how anger overwhelmed me:
— Do you even understand what you are doing?
She just turned and looked at me, her face turned pale. She fell silent.
“How much is the whole basket?” I asked her.
“What?.. Well, about two hundred euros, I guess,” she muttered.
I pulled out the money, handed it to her, took the basket with the bouquets and handed it to the old man.
“Here, take it. You deserve it. Congratulate your wife.”
The old man stood there, not believing his eyes. He smiled quietly. Tears were flowing, but he continued to clutch that very broken branch in his hands.
The impudent saleswoman sold the old man a broken branch of mimosa: I could not restrain myself and decided to help the old man.
“Let’s go together,” I suggested.
We went into the neighboring store. I bought a cake and a bottle of good wine.
The old man stood there, still holding that bouquet in his hands.
“Grandpa,” I said, “Don’t worry. I have money. And you have a beloved wife. Make her happy.
He nodded, unable to hold back his tears.
– We’ve been together for forty-five years… She’s sick… But how could I come to her birthday without flowers? Thank you, son…
