It was in the summer. I then worked in the cosmetics store. Every day I saw near the shop sat a teenage boy. He was 12 years old. He asked for money. And once the day was particularly rainy, cold and cloudy. The boy again sat in the rain, the weather didn’t stop him.
My colleagues and I decided to call him in, he warmed. Fed him, gave to drink tea. You know, a disdain beggars, considering them to be frauds, but this boy turned out to be very kind, friendly and open.
His name was Bones. Kostya said that he lives with grandma, dad left the family and mom died. Was still the older sister, but she got married and moved to another city. He sat us in the back room until closing time. Then he went home.
The next day the boy appeared again on the threshold of the shop. In the hands of Kostya was holding two muffins, juice and a packet of seeds. He shook hands and handed it to us with the words: — that’s all I can do to thank you… I did not cry — I do not know. Stuck in my throat lump. Immediately I remembered the words: “He who has less gives more”. The way it is.