New Year story 7. Kind words
(The story is not politically motivated. )
About a year ago, a good friend of mine finally bought her own apartment in Moscow. And she asked me to go to the Mitinsky radio market to buy her all the necessary household appliances.
I went and the first thing I bought was a refrigerator. Belarusian production. I know them. They are reliable.
Then I went to the store for a washing machine. Began to choose. And then a consultant came up to me and said: “You don’t have to look at all sorts of Kandy and Zanussi. Buy better Belarusian. It will be a little more expensive, but incommensurably better and more reliable. ” What should I do? Bought.
Then I went to get the microwave. I walk along the shelf. A store worker follows me and mumbles: "This is LG, this is Panasonic, this is Bibik, this is Tefal, this is Sharp... By the way, Sharp is made in Minsk. " I slowed down, turned around and bought a Minsk Sharp.
In a store that sells TVs, for fun, I immediately asked if they had Belarusian TVs. It turned out there is. So a friend got a TV set, absolutely unknown to me, but a Belarusian brand. It cost twice as much as the closest competitors.
In the evening, a group of friends gathered in a friend's apartment to connect and check purchases, and to celebrate a housewarming party.
I told my friends about the origin of this household appliance. Just for the sake of teasing. And praise the Belarusians for their work.
One of my close friends, very politicized, took my story nervously. For some reason, he turned the conversation to Lukashenka and began to jump on me demanding to express his attitude towards Alexander Grigorich.
I replied that I had nothing to do with him, because fed up with politics. Especially the politics of foreign countries. Even neighboring ones. But I remember how in 1994, during his first visit to Russia as president, Old Man gave Moscow a trolleybus. It was unexpected. Domovito, or something. Economically.
And a brand new, sparkling trolleybus with the symbols of Belarus began to walk along the advertised, drunken, prostitutinous then grubby Tverskaya. And it was free.
A politicized friend reacted very viciously to this and said that since I was such a fan of Luca, I could write him a letter with praises.
I went berserk at his attacks and said I would write. Right now.
Sit down at the computer and write. I wrote everything that I said above.
The text of the letter was without familiarity, but without excessive reverence. Here is an excerpt for an example: "Alexander Grigoryevich. Although you are older than me, we both left the USSR. We remember that time and you will agree that if someone had told us, in the year 1985, that they had bought household appliances, they would not because it is Sharp, but because it was made in Belarus, we would have decided that the person is out of his mind or got drunk in the trash. "
And stuff like that.
Wrote and forgot.
A week later, I receive an email with this header:
With this caption:
I don’t show the text of the letter, because it’s not quite decent, because it’s personal correspondence.
But it says thank you for everything and we send your letter to the Ministry of Industry of Belarus with a cover note.
It was unexpected, but it was just the beginning.
Then letters came to me, both in electronic and paper form. From the ministry and from factories.
I publish photos of those at hand. There were more of them, but too lazy to look.
They were grateful for the praise, and this was especially felt, gratitude for the fact that I unwittingly contributed to the receipt of bonuses and other goodies by the employees of these organizations, and satisfaction from the fact that Lukashenka was very pleased with my letter and their work. This is how I unwittingly froze thousands of people.
That's what this long story is about.
Say nice things to each other. Say nice things to strangers. Kind words will please not only the president, but also the cleaner. And for the cleaner it will be much more important than for the president.
Write a thank you to a polite saleswoman in the book of reviews and suggestions. Write about a good doctor who treated you to the Ministry of Health of your country. Go to the computer your child is using remotely and tell the teacher that you listened to the lesson and it was perfect. Even if you get a call from a crook from the bank's security service, do not swear at him, but wish him all the best in the new year.
And this year was vile. Sour, sticky, stuffy. And for all of us at this time, kind good words are especially important, both from loved ones and from strangers.
Happy New Year to all of us!
Let's hope for the best.
Ugh three times and knock on a piece of wood.
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