Mother's letter An image of a mother's letter card.

Mother wrote. When I first came to this city, Wenka always waited anxiously for a letter from her mother. As soon as she received the letter, she couldn't wait to open it and read it greedily. After half a year, he has been listlessly opening the letter, with a sarcastic sneer on his face, because he already knows the old contents in the letter.

Mom writes every week, and the beginning of the letter is always the same: "My dear little Winka, good morning (or evening)! This is a letter from my mother to you, sincerely greeting you and bringing my best wishes for your health and happiness. The first thing I want to tell you in this short message is, thank God, I am still alive and healthy, which is also your wish. I am also eager to tell you that my life is quite good ... "

The end of each letter is no different: "The letter is coming to an end, my dear son. I beg you. I pray to God, don't mix with bad people, don't drink vodka, respect my elders and take care of myself. You are my only relative in this world. If anything happens to you, I'm sure I won't live. This is the end of the letter. Looking forward to your reply, my dear son. Kiss you. Your mother. "

So cards usually only look at the middle paragraph of the letter. I frowned contemptuously while reading, and I couldn't understand my mother's interest in life. Try to write some trivial things, what neighbor's sheep got into Pasca Voroenzo's garden and ate all his cabbages; What Wolika Utsheva did not marry Stepan Roshkin, but married Colica Zamyakin; Which store finally sent a tight scarf ... well, here, in the city, you can have as many as you want.

Wenka threw the letter she had read on the bedside table, and then forgot all about it until she received her mother's next letter, which was full of tears and begged him to write a reply for God's sake as usual. Alas, trivial things, still need to write back? So Wenka still threw the letter into the bedside table.

Today's salary is paid, and the boys are busy ironing shirts and trousers, ready to go out to play. Wenka deliberately undressed slowly and took a bath, which was equivalent to an empty room. Then he locked the door, sat down at the table, took out his notebook and ballpoint pen from his pocket, opened a blank page and meditated. ...

Just an hour ago, on his way back to the dormitory, he met an acquaintance of his hometown and brought a letter from his mother. After a few commonplaces, the fellow villager asked Wenka about her salary and living conditions, then shook her head reproachfully and said, "You should send some money to your mother. Winter is coming. At home, please transport firewood and chop wood saws. Your mother has only a little pension ... "

Wenka naturally knows.

He bit his lip and carefully wrote a number in the middle of the top of the white paper: 126. Then he drew a vertical line from top to bottom, with "expenditure" on the top of the left column and "number" on the right column. He pondered for a moment, and the ballpoint pen danced: pay off the debt 20, buy pants 30, save 35, wait for the movie to dance for 7 days, 1 day, 3 rubles, ***2 1, urgently needed 10, and the remaining 10 rubles.

Vinca snorted, 10 rubles. It's outrageous to send such a sum of money to my mother. The villagers will laugh. He touched his chin, decisively crossed out the word "surplus" and changed it to "petty cash", muttering to himself, "Let's wait until the next salary."

He put down his ballpoint pen, put his notepad in his pocket, stretched himself and remembered his mother's letter. He yawned, took out the envelope, opened the envelope and took out the writing paper. When he opened the letter paper, a 3-ruble bill landed gently on his leg. ...

Many people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Why? Because it comes from complete sincerity and sincerity, its existence has nothing to do with the amount of money. Of course, money is not qualified to measure. Therefore, even if it is only 3 rubles, the greatness of maternal love will not fade by half.

(Purple Xi is taken from "Exploring Wealth")