A short story by Ilf and Petrov about a man with honest deeds
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"When a citizen Ugolnikov was on its personal in a pub, on top of him fell the coat with a dog's collar.
Ugolnikov looked at the coat, then up at the sky, and finally his gaze stopped at the big house, covered with a multitude of Windows and balconies.
– Not only as coat of floor fell completely realize citizen Ugolnikov.
But with a floor, with a balcony fell coat – understand it was impossible...
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And he began to crawl flats...
– Sorry, – he said in number 3. – If your coat?.. Not yours? Sorry, sorry!..
– Because here, citizens – ranted it in apartment No. 12. – I could have a coat to carry. And not claimed!.. Why? Honesty!
Justice! Its not give and others will not take...
And the higher he climbed, the warmer it became in his heart. Moved by his own unselfishness.
And finally came the solemn moment. The apartment No. 29 coat was identified. The owner of the coat, amazed, as can be seen, the integrity of Ugolnikova, with a minute silent, and then began to cry from happiness.
"My God," he said through tears. – There are still honest people!
– Not without, well, – said modestly Ugolnikov. – I could, of course, Chubenko your carry. But not carried away! Why? Honesty stuck. That fur coat! Yes, if you are a diamond or money dropped, except I would not bring it? Would bring!
The children surrounded Ugolnikova, exclaiming:
Honest uncle came!
And sang the chorus:
You our honest uncle,
We must learn, looking.
Then came the hostess and shyly invited Ugolnikov to the table.
– Get a stack, said the owner
– Sorry, I do not drink, – said Ugolnikov. – Tea is stachelek!
And he drank tea, and talked about his honesty, and enjoyed his own virtue...
So it would be if a citizen Ugolnikov really gave fallen on his coat.
But the coat he carried, sold and sitting drunk in a pub, came up with the whole pathetic story.
And the tears rolled down his face, which could be honest. published