Story: In the farthest room, where you never set foot cleaning ladies, for the old coffee table from IKEA, which was an ancient PC with a Pentium ODYN, without access to the Internet, there lived was not simply there, a poor office rats. Dear reader, go to the text, our hero, we will simply call the Rat.
Rat was gray and ugly, the salary he was little, but on thin physique and a hunchback, he was always afraid of colleagues and lowered his eyes to the floor during meetings with them. In his study there was no fan and therefore he did not drink tea a day for 8 times and therefore, co-workers loaded him with additional work.
The rats did not smoke, and as a result he was not aware of all the gossip and never participated in corporate squabbles and intrigues. He worked hard and often carried out assignments for his boss, and that all appropriated and lazy. Rats always shouting and humiliated by his colleagues, realizing that he is defenseless and never give problems. Rat hated my job and every morning he forced himself again and again to go there. When the workday ended, he gladly ran to his little hole and hid it in a melancholy solitude. So the years went on, rats were getting old and nothing in his life changed. As usual he was not getting any of stationery, for the offense he was deprived of the minimum quarterly bonuses, and secretaries at the reception by looking through him as through a hole in a Swiss cheese.
One day, on the eve of New Year, a little gray rats had bought a lottery ticket. Before he had a strange dream, which came to him a strange fairy, and said:
- Rat, you have to go to a stall around the corner and buy a lottery ticket with the number 333, and you'll get a miracle ...
He did so. And here this evening among all employees held a draw ticket. Big Boss of the company in shiny clothing appeared on stage with a list and began to read out the numbers of winners of the quiz.
ID 485, won the set for the care of fur - there was a shriek from the crowd, secretary boss rushed for a gift.
ID 867 - The boss looked at the crowd - won 2 kg of the elite cheeses. Nosy office manager, a gray mouse with greedy eyes, seized with joy vyygrosh.
Important rats from the stage announced a few rooms with prizes, the staff went on stage and gratefully accept gifts from the giver.
Little Rat stood at the end of the crowd and convulsively clutched her ticket in the sticky hands. He had hoped to win, he believed in a happy dream. And the last number, super travel on the sea!
Boss slowly removes the envelope, the hall fell silent in anticipation, silence fell over all, intrigue and a sense of mystery hovered over the gray noses. Slowly, slowly, he breaks one envelope, unfolds it and reads ...
- The winner of our quiz is number 33 ..., then he was stuttering, raising glasses and take a closer look intently at the paper, and so the winner number 334.
Hall groaned in anticipation and then the stage bouncing and uhaya crawled head of our rat. He shook hands with fawning boss and received from him a pass to the resort and the Little Rat was left alone with his ticket in a gray corner of the dark room.
The crowd began to rejoice and celebrate the New Year, and nobody cared, until a small gray figures running ghostly shadow dancing among the gray-black crowd.
The rats were returned to his miserable little hole, and fell asleep in the bed under the old tattered blanket little gray ...
Snow fell on the road the huge flakes, who was having fun and making plans for the future, someone spent time in solitude and grief, the New Year comes, and a fresh cycle of life began to record the time ...
The moral of this tale, dear reader, that miracles do not happen, and the rich are getting richer, crafty and enterprising always Uryvaev his piece and quiet and modest miserable, and so remain and sleep in their dark burrows.
P.S. My advice to you lastly, do not believe a strange thing that you fly at night under the guise of fairies and advised to buy something ...
