A young man mocked the old man who came to buy flowers in a battered coat, because the bouquet was pulling half of his pension.

Years pass, generations change. Parents get older, children get older. Samsara's wheel makes a new turn. Man and old age concepts inseparable from each other. And yet, no matter how familiar it is for us, people of old need help. It's moral, it's material. That's how karma works.



The old man has a huge baggage of life behind him. It is more difficult to get used to changes in life. Especially as fast as they are now. Children are busy building their own family, no matter where they got the start-up capital. The state routinely shrugs. And doctors sympathetically look from under their glasses, writing out a new prescription for an expensive medicine.

Man and old age Viktor Andreevich walked along the wet, dirty sidewalk, lowering his head low. The wind no longer pleased pleasant coolness, on the contrary, carrying only the scorching cold and small pieces of frozen snow. Despite everything, the mood was good. It's a holiday. We need to buy flowers.

In the flower market, prices were lower than in the shops - everyone knew that. So to say goodbye to the rest of the pension was logical. Loud sellers-babbers praised their goods, it seemed to all. But not the old man in a shabby coat. Is it clear what he can buy there? Three carnations in the paper? Better take care of other clients.



Piabay – Hello, I would like to ask you... How much does a bouquet of these chrysanthemums cost you? Yeah, okay. We've gone up. What about if?

Judging by the rolling eyes of the saleswoman, no one was going to sell flowers piece by piece. It is understandable, with such prices to buy a bouquet will not work. There's something else to do. It's not every day you celebrate your wedding anniversary. The situation is stalemate. Either one or the other. Shame.

- Father, have you got a bride? Just look at this brisk groom, a beard like Hottabych, and carries an expensive bouquet! Where to spend your pension?

Standing next to the guy brazenly laughed, drawing everyone's attention to the elderly buyer in the flower shop. He stood in line, but it was clear that he did not want to hurry. There are people like that, though. He seems sober and will speak from three boxes. Long tongue.

- As a young man, I will congratulate my wife. And for you, I have a piece of advice: Don't waste your time and money on all sorts of windy girls. They don't want flowers. So you can get out of line, you have nothing to do here.
- Oh, come on. Sorry, man. I was just kidding. What bouquet do you like, this one? Wrap us two bouquets, this one and that one, closer. Don't drift, Grandpa, I'll cry. That's for saving me time in line.



Piabay Viktor Andreevich did not object. So they came out together, with two bouquets of flowers. However, not too young people are on ceremony in our time. Oh, come on. You have to go to the store, you have money.

Within 10 minutes the man was on the bus. The trip, I must say, was not close. But it was worth it. The only beauty on the way to the final stop - you can absolutely sleep. There are few people on the route, so you can put flowers and a package next to you. They will not interfere with anyone, and even the most unscrupulous thief will not think of stealing a bouquet from an old man.

Here we go. We've got a little more to go through, too bad the shoes get dirty, there's a swamp everywhere. It is good that this information remains in my memory. From the pockets of the coat appeared 2 plastic bags. That's it, put it on your feet and it's better. Well, we have to go.



Right near the entrance to the place of mourners, Viktor Andreevich noticed a bright red foreign car. He drew attention to her before - just when a talkative young man came in to help him with a bouquet. What could that mean?

They crossed again just between the rows of crosses. They met with their eyes, but none responded. Standing at the monument of his wife, the old man was silent for a long time. And then put a bouquet of flowers next to her, opened a package with her favorite treat for the holidays: a bottle of red and cakes with condensed milk.

- There. Hey, honey. Happy holiday to you. I hope you liked the flowers. I miss you as always. Natasha is sick, but says she is recovering. She's fine, her husband's fine. Grandchildren are growing up. I was thinking about repairing it, but everything is very expensive now. Maybe I'll do it in the spring. I miss you, I think I'll see you soon. So don't miss me there, Olya. I'll go.



On the way out, the man saw the young man again. He wiped tears with his hand, but immediately smiled at his new friend.

- Well, Father. You all right there?
- I'm fine. Did you say goodbye?
- I’ve been with my brother for three years now, so why do I need flowers? He hated them. Strange tradition. You, Dad, look. Let me give you a ride, 'cause that bus doesn't know when it's coming. It's more fun. Can I buy you another drink? I know a great place.
- Thanks for the trip, I'll be grateful. As for everything else, I will refuse, sorry. I have to go home.
- Got it, got it. Now my swallow will give us a ride. Sit down.

Already in the cabin of a foreign car, Viktor Andreevich received a message on the phone. "Daddy, happy anniversary!" Will you be home soon? We've all decided to come to your place, standing at your door. Surprise, sort of. Is there something wrong with the network? It's impossible to reach. Dial when you are free.”



The old man smiled and asked the driver to slow down. His daughter will wait, and on the road you need to be careful. Now it makes some sense.