Oriental tales
By the way, here I was in the market, prices in all countries of the world are falling on holidays, so that people buy more and profits will increase. And we have…
And what about us?
We have…
... Yes, our prices are growing like mushrooms. Just 1 week ago, apples cost 60 cents per 1 kg and now 1 dollar 20 cents. And as the post begins, the prices will go even higher. Nothing new.
So I was struck another news!
Wihat kind of news?
By the fact that at five in the morning farmers arrive, By 9 am, small wholesale sellers buy all the goods from farmers.. For example, cauliflower from farmers costs 10 cents, small wholesale traders already sell for 39 cents, and retailers buy from them and sell already at 70 cents ...
But this is not what struck me!
What?
And the fact that the level of culture was not the same!
And what do you want, the farmer is also not the same now ?!
No, it's not about the farmers, but about those who come to the market and do the harvesting.
They sweep in spite of people, goods, products. A pile of dust rises and goes to buyers and sellers and goods. No one from the administration of the markets can stop them. How is it possible under such conditions to buy goods? After all, it is a bunch of viruses deposited on them? In general, some ass!
Yes! Here we have great opportunities!
Organic food already has a margin of +50 percent to the original price!
And it's easier to buy from the Internet than to go far away ...
Yeah! Our local accustomed to save on everything will tell you how foreigners -
"" Very interesting "(very interesting), said in the context of the discussion of a proposal or idea, means that this proposal is complete nonsense." As the English once wrote.
Yes, the representatives of the Western world still those trolls. It seems that they write extremely politely, even refined, and in fact sneer at unsuspecting foreigners.
And so everywhere in the world. As humanity becomes more pampered, more replete, does not see the horrors of war, suffering, people begin to lose humanity. They do not follow the path of enlightenment, but the path of the Evil, for this is easier. After the Second World War, after the Great Patriotic War, after the Pacific War, people on Earth changed, became more humane. But the new generations that appeared after the war in 40-50-60 years no longer remember, did not see those people who survived the war, the standard of living became higher, people stopped appreciating kindness, respect for elders, honesty, justice, they became more relaxed but less human at the same time.
So, Dara, modern people, most of them are far from being as fair as their grandfathers and great-grandfathers who went through fire, copper pipes and water. The new generation is a more cunning, pragmatic generation of hypocrites. Far from the Renaissance ...
But we do not need to think about world problems, about problems of politics and economics, all the same, nothing will change. Let's better think about how we can get out of this situation.
It does a lot!
This is a computer to buy, and a transformer to be installed, m to buy an uninterruptible power supply, so that there is no such again. Electricity will turn off and there will be no access to the online store. This is to get seeds from Yoshida-san, and to buy seeds, plant, start getting feedback from customers, invite masters for dinner ... not to mention a heap of business with Grandma Mahtab. Dara you would not hurt to make a complete list of cases and start to carry them out! You know how nice it is to tick off the tasks performed!
Yes! I read about it at Carnegie!
You, Dara, still young, think you can do everything! And the strength is not enough!
Therefore, spend your time and money wisely!
In the meantime, I'll tell you one local bike, you listen to Dara and take notes for yourself, it will be useful in the future!
Earlier, when people still knew how to hear, and not sit, having buried in a small window, where all their world fit ... happened to hear a curious story. An experienced traveler, a researcher slowly knew the hairdresser about his adventures. And here I am, along with the thread of his story, going to the world of his wanderings ...
In the mountains of the Mages and the Mountains of the Mountain Goats, it was sometimes possible to meet dervishes - wandering monks from various orders. They visited Tibet, the Himalayas, the Pamirs, the Sivalik Hills, and also saw the oceans. Dervish walked along trade routes, caravan paths, visited many countries and learned the world.
Once I happened to meet a dervish in the steppe, he admired the clouds and the turquoise sky. As is customary in the east, he wished me peace, and I told him the same. Then he asked about health, was it my way. It was lunchtime and I suggested that he share his meal with me, he agreed and, to make it pleasant, told me a curious story. But first I sang poems in a special way:
Full moon night owl cry
Wading nightmare under the window
Just sleepy, someone can hear: sleep ...
Falls asleep tired city.
Who does not sleep, gives a ridiculous decree.
Yes ... this morning they shot,
A hand was raised on the trees-houses
Splushki silent gently whispered ...
They and the toads gently echoed ... May
He takes all his and without demand,
Who does not sleep, then he will say, I just did not know ...
Including how the roses were painted?
This, too, happens, superstitions take up over the enlightened, they do not think that any life is valuable. Be it a toad or a splyushka.
- That is, you want to say, dear, that they do not care about the conservation of biodiversity, violate the ecosystem? - I asked, and he answered - they are doing the work of the enemy!
- Do not say that, they do it out of ignorance, whether they are proud, whether desires lead them along this path, who knows? It can be seen that human nature is such, some leave behind gardens and vineyards, and others only scorched desert.
"Or maybe it's just revenge for something, someone?"
- Who knows…
- Anyone with power, does not think about those who are powerless.
Dervish, being in distant lands, overseas countries have seen a lot of things. Everywhere the scenery is different, but the nature of people is the same. Though they have, even in our kingdom-state. There are people - creators, creators, gardeners, sowers, builders who want to make life easier, to place hope. And there are bark beetles ... they are destroyers, lumberjacks, devastaters who can only select, seeking to complicate life, instill despair in the hearts of people.