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The poor man stood up, gritting his knees, stretched, stretched his little hips, then stared at his companion, but not asked the question about how he knows his name. The last time he heard him called twelve years ago, was the day his wife died.
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Achord did not skimp on charity. He gave enough means to his new acquaintance to ensure that he brought himself in order. And the next morning, at the door of the cabin where the Yacht stopped, there was a knock.
– Not locked, please come in – there was a powerful, but friendly voice.
When the door opened, the light illuminated the unusual face of the Archinus. Yes, he was dressed as a Shah, combed and shaved, he was younger than twenty years, but most of all it stood out gracious person.
– Good morning, Archinus, come in, now let us to drink tea.
"Tell me, master, why did you believe me?" the visitor asked, sitting beside the Yacht.
– What kind of master am I? You're a free man, don't demean yourself. Are you asking why I fed you yesterday, gave you money and demanded nothing in return?
– Yes, I do not understand, especially since I could hide with the money and not come to you today.
– You can leave me at any time as desired, and the money I can give you more if you need it.
– But why? Who are you? Why are you helping me?
Achord smiled.
– Don't worry, dear friend, I am sincerely glad that you are here now, in a beautiful external and internal arrangement. I'll answer your questions, but after we eat. Eating is not desirable to combine with a conversation, otherwise the food loses most of its nutrients and the conversation is perceived in half. Attention dissipates, and many little things are overlooked. And the little things do not matter much…
Archinus my eyebrows, knowing that it begins to lose the idea, or rather, what had failed her new friend.
– Because they decide everything! – finished the Yacht.
After the tea ceremony, the Archinus received answers to his questions.
– I'm not just helping you. I came here to help – it's my mission. By the way, you came here for the same.
– Here? The cabin?
Down here.
Archinus chewed his lips in a troubled smile. Crazy this man was clearly not similar, in his words, felt the truth, some tranquility, freedom.
– You'll understand, Archinus, all in good time. I'm going into town now. You can keep me company if you want.
– How did you know my name?
– Knowledge is now right in front of me, I just voiced it. Come on.
Archinus patted bulging eyes and left the cabin, following the wanderer.
A lot of people have already gathered in the square. Merchants laid out their goods, buyers languidly trudged from shop to shop. A few onlookers lost in oblivion, amused passers-by children with their thoughtful awkward faces, and pickpockets, just emptied their pockets trying to get lost in the crowd.
– Your city lives by trade, fraud, theft. Don't want to specify a different vector of development – Achard turned to his new friend.
– I want, of course, but as?
– What do these people want most? – Achord waved his hand over the area.
– Money, of course, wealth, prosperity – replied Archinus.
So let's give them money, wealth, prosperity, maybe then they will see that the world is not limited to that, that there is something else worth living for?
– It would be nice, but where do we get the wealth and even in such quantity?
– Everything is and always has been. Yes it will. Only the shape changes. Look at that pile of tanks by the hedge.
In the far part of the market square there were really full tanks of waste. Old ragged clothes, rotten fruit, broken supports, remains of ridiculous adaptations for trade and with what inhabitants of the city preferred to leave. Achord went straight to them. Archinus only yesterday courted these tanks with the utmost care, trying to find them at least something edible or more or less surviving from the clothes, and today, being in a completely different status felt some disdain, disgust. Not too eager and agile, but he came to these tanks, not realizing that meant his companion. Imagine his surprise when in the tanks just filled with debris, he saw a large variety of coins. And highly not small coins.
– A-not staying, cried out Archinus, a couple of times wiping his eyes and patting his cheeks.
– Money? Holy shit, money! – he exploded from the overabundance of feelings and rushed to fill the pockets of coins.
On his cry turned a dozen people, they immediately rushed to the tanks, to satisfy their curiosity about what money the man shouted so quickly something stuffed in his pockets. Behind these ten, several dozen people hurried.
Realizing that now there will be hustle and bustle, Achord overturned tanks. The coins clanged to the ground and rolled in different directions. A minute later, the entire area safely in all growth there was only one person – Achard. All the others, like a swarm of bees, actively worked with their hands, raking coins, who, how many will carry under the merged chorus of cries and enthusiastic voices.
– If you need more money-then fill these tanks with garbage by the evening. Tomorrow morning You will get the same coins – incredibly loud and clear boomed the voice of Akorda over the area for a second severing people from panic fatten their pockets. Then Ahard left the area, and people still long to understand the coins that have already rained down from all sinuses and pockets.
By evening a single coin next to the tanks is not lying, but the trash they turned out to be three times more than before. Inhabitants were on duty at tanks all night, expecting without knowing what, but even disbelief in inexplicable didn't prevent some citizens to come in the morning with dense bags, and someone even with small carts.
The sun had risen long ago. Of the residents, waving his hand, went home, but people arrived a lot more than crowded at the market yesterday afternoon.
– Good morning, friends-I heard a powerful, already familiar to many voice.
People focused their attention on the tall man standing in the middle of the square.
– I'll give you more if you need more. What this requires – you now know.
– Money-shouted the first people who paid attention to the tanks. The crowd once again rushed to stuff the bales of coins from the barrels, being just a moment ago filled with garbage.
At this time, the villagers brought an even greater amount of waste. Coins rolled under the wooden shields to get no one, though they were visible, collected only what lay on the surface.
– Well, then, a certain degree of saturation has come, he said aloud Achord, drawing attention to difficult to reach the remaining coins.
The city was buzzing for two days as never before. Stores were deserted, the residents bought everything, even the fact that it was not necessary. Garbage cans were rapidly filled with old worn-out things and objects. By the morning of the third day it was already a whole dump. Having the opportunity to update the interior and everyday people shamelessly dragged from all over the city their belongings, which are no longer needed.
Evening at the cabin door Ahorda knocked.
– Come on in, Archinus, glad you to see – one through the door overbearing voice.
Archinus came in with a tray of different dishes, he was dressed no worse than the sheikhs of the frontier destinies.
– Divide this modest di
–How did you do that? after a silent meal, suddenly asked Archinus, pulling out his coin.
Achard stood at the window and enthusiastically began to look somewhere in the sky. He so closely watched, that Archinus forgetting about his issue,, too, hurried to window, in the hope see there something an unusual. However, when he came up and looked at the sky, he saw nothing but a few clouds. He looked accusingly at Akorda, chewed his lower lip and headed towards the door, when suddenly I heard: