Parents told the boy that they are waiting for gifts, because on the New Year it is supposed to give loved ones something expensive and pleasant.

The magic time to give gifts to family and friends will come very soon. On the eve of the New Year holidays, the editorial board "Site" I want to remind you what gifts are. And help us in this kind story of Alexander Birshtein, recently caught our eye on Facebook.



“It’s time to give gifts on New Year’s Eve,” I said and looked at my parents. - Preferably expensive and pleasant! "That's it?" my mother wondered. I didn’t know, and I looked at my dad looking for help. But Dad didn't support her. "Son's right!" he said. - See, he's already becoming an adult.

I looked at my mother victoriously and tried to stretch out to become taller. And my father continued, turning to my mother, “So we have great New Year’s gifts waiting for you!” I wanted to say that gifts should only be given to me, but I bit my tongue. I couldn’t embarrass myself in front of those who believed in me.



Situation. It's ten days until the New Year, and I have a ruble with change! Not enough. Okay. I'll figure it out with the money. Later. And now it is important to find out what gifts will please mom and dad the most.

"What can I give my mother?" I asked myself. And he honestly said, "I don't know." It was a similar situation with Dad. I'm a bad son! It's a little bitter. And I suddenly remembered that I had never, ever given a gift to my parents for a long time. No, we glued something unnecessary and ugly in kindergarten, drew some postcards at school, but these were only spoiled fruits of the manual labor lesson.

I thought for a long time, and then I went to my mom. "Mom!" he asked her. - What does Dad want most? "May you always be healthy!" said my mother. Then she thought and said, “I am happy.”

"It's not interesting," I brushed off. Would you rather tell me what Dad wanted from Santa Claus? Mom was thinking. "You know," she said, "Dad doesn't have a good pen." It is a shame to see what he writes.”



When I thanked my mom, I started my dad. Dad also thought, and then reported that my mother is running out of favorite perfume "Red Moscow".

The next day after school, I went shopping. The outcome of this event shocked me. Yes, I found a beautiful Chinese pen with a golden feather in Lenin's Voentorg store. Yes, in the perfume department there were perfumes "Red Moscow". But the pen cost forty-five, and the perfume - fifty-five rubles! Where can I get such incredible money?

I walked around all day, repeating and repeating the question: "What to do?" And at night I dreamed of our cat Vasily, who, spreading his mustache and boasting valerian, offered: “Take money from me!” I woke up knowing there was a way out.

I had a cat piggy bank. And I was partly through donations, partly through direct extortion, collecting money for the Smena camera. The camera cost crazy money - one hundred and forty rubles! But he was more than a target. The camera was a dream come true! And now I had to break up with her.



My eyes watered a little when I, spreading the newspaper on the floor, took a piggy bank cat from the shelf. I’ve had it for a long time, over a year, and I’m used to it. I felt like the cat was looking at me.

Turning away, I hit the bottom with a hammer. Weak, I guess. Doni's not broken. I hit harder, then harder. And instead of punching a hole in the bottom, I broke the cat into five pieces! And I cried.



Then he gathered among the pieces rubles, treshki, one red ten and a small thing. Counting the wealth showed that already there are ninety-two rubles. With pennies.
For the next two days, I just wanted to send me shopping. You bet! After all, all the surrender of small things, by unspoken agreement, remained for me. Honestly, buying sugar, I cheated, asking the saleswoman Aunt Katya to give the ruble twenty change in change.

It's time to give gifts to the Golden Feather Pen and perfume I bought and hid. Thirty-first of December, going to bed, gave his parents a pen and perfume. They were happy, they were grateful. It was so nice!

In the morning, when I woke up earlier, I looked under the tree. Still, I was hoping for a gift. Under the tree on some pedestal stood my piggy bank cat, someone skillfully glued. Of course, it was no longer possible to collect money, but I was glad. And then I got upset. We glued the cat together. Didn't I deserve anything else?



I sat there holding back my tears, thinking that I would thank you for the gift and not show you that I was offended. And then I looked at a rather large cube that served as a pedestal for the cat. No way! But it was. There was a box on the cat’s pedestal, and I knew what I would find in it!

Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? The good story of Alexander Birshtein teaches us that gifts should be made from a pure soul. When you sincerely want to please a loved one, it does not matter how much this thing will cost. The most important thing is what you put into this gift.



At the beginning of the story, a 10-year-old boy fell for himself. However, he did not spare all his savings for his beloved parents and spent them on Christmas gifts. He was willing to say goodbye to his dream to please his mom and dad. And he did it! In return, he received the same camera that he had been saving for over a year.

What could be more beautiful than a happy child and his happy parents?