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Do not trust the psychic

Haunted house LogoArrow Going to the psychic is a serious matter, requiring special moral and material preparation. The information depends on the choice and the behavior with him. If you get to the charlatan and illusionist, then the result will be zero. The safest thing is to look for him by an acquaintance. It is best to ask those friends who have visited him themselves. Failures happen because of friends too, but this is another story. Once my life has developed so that intervention from the outside was necessary. I urgently needed to find out the answer to the question, and I could only get this answer with the help of the higher powers because neither I nor the person on whom my fate depended could answer.

I decided to allow the spirits to tell what to do next. One of my friends was engaged in spiritualism. According to rumors, she consulted with spirits on the most insignificant occasion of which color lipstick suits her best. I always laughed at her apartment, littered with different, in my opinion, junk in the form of smelly sticks, living candles, and mysterious amulets. When I went to her house, I looked at all the sights with some interest, but of course, I did not attach much importance to all this. Sometimes a friend even took offense at me and prophesied the intervention of spirits in my fate. But before I went to my friend, I looked through some materials on this question and conducted a survey of acquaintances on the subject of magic in their life.

For the first time in my life, I discovered for myself that so many people are addicted to unearthly things and all of them are incredibly superstitious. Trifles for me, signs like a black cat crossing the road played a crucial role in their life. I could not even imagine that adults give in to their fears so much. Naturally, they all sincerely believed in the power of psychics and periodically visited the latter. Even my parents, whom I considered the most intelligent people in the world, convinced me, that old women who predicted the fate and treated illnesses can cure any diseases which modern doctors cannot heal.

It was the parents who advised visiting one psychic, whom they repeatedly checked. A mass of “true” stories accompanied him. For example, he taught one married couple how to do fortune-telling using the Bible. They faced the important task of choosing a profession. He was offered a profitable and promising job with a high salary, but abroad, and she had the same here, so it was very difficult to choose. They asked the "spiritual" doctor for help and received advice to tell the fortune using the Bible. It meant that the householder had to go at night in a secluded place so that no one can see him and open the Bible on any page, there would be an answer to the question, and then to do as the Lord showed. The superstitious married couple obeyed only the first part of advice.

The head of the house got into the bathroom late at night, asked a question and opened the Bible on a random page, and it indicated not to go abroad, but to stay at home, and the ambitious man did not like it. He did not do the right thing, gathered a family and flew by plane to Germany. Further, the story ends very gloomily - all family members died in a plane crash. Frankly speaking, this story impressed me a lot. It was a little scary, but the need forced to take risks. Moreover, I was going to listen to the psychic and do as he says.

Choosing a free day and asking where he lives, I went, taking with me a lot of money, because I knew how highly such people value their work. He lived far away, in some seedy, not at all mysterious district, and I expected to see a dense park and a hut on chicken legs. A small five-story building of the old model has already collapsed somewhere and was ready for demolition. On a bench next to the porch showed to me, classical old women sat and snapped the sunflower seeds. Nearby kids were jumping, probably their grandchildren. I went into the shabby porch and the same moment almost choked in the damp and heavy air, climbed the stairs on foot on the last floor, because there really was no elevator, and stopped in front of a huge door covered with an expensive wood.

Having pressed the bell, I enjoyed the sounds of some aria for a long time and finally went into the apartment. The door to me opened a little girl who, despite her age, had such an important look on her face that I wanted to pull my head into my shoulders and quietly leave unnoticed. She took me to a large, beautifully furnished room and offered to wait for the “master”. I had no other choice. While waiting, I looked around the place where I got. The interior cost the owner not less than a hundred thousand dollars. But another thing was surprising - why such a wealthy person lives in such an old house? This remained a mystery to me. When I heard next to me a quiet voice, like the hiss of a snake, I flinched, because I had already forgotten whom I had come to.

Turning around, I scared even more - in front of me stood a huge and majestic old man with cat's eyes. He asked why I came. A long and serious conversation began. Only later did I understand why psychics talk teeth to clients before the session. They do all this to lull a person's vigilance, and then easily deceive him. At first, questions about my family and husband, as well as about the place of work, did not cause me much suspicion, but later I seemed to wake up. Then everything flew in a whirl. After listening to my problem, the old man put me at the table, took my hands in his own and began to cast spells. Of course, I did not understand anything, but I listened carefully.

Then I unexpectedly wanted to sleep, and suddenly I felt that my mind was going black. I woke up on the bench near the porch, among old ladies. Looking at my fingers, I did not see the rings there. There was no point in coming back, and I understood it well. I do not go to psychics anymore. When people start talking to me about the help of external forces, I prefer to remain silent. And I do not listen to my relatives anymore. Let them go to the cat-snake old man themselves and leave with him their jewelry - I will not succumb to the temptation. LogoArrow

Yakhan Izyan

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A rich woman and a poor woman

ProsperityGUM department store LogoArrow Often we hear laudatory odes in honor of the West and its advantages. They only talk about what kind of cornucopia it is and how good it is there. They say that women are prettier there, and men are more entrepreneurial, and children are smarter and do not behave so ugly. Not everyone, of course, thinks that way, some spit toward Europe, seeing nothing good either in its inhabitants or in the way of their life. Everything is much simpler. You just need to recall the classical formula “one never really likes it where he is” and not envy and do not strive to go “there”. We have everything too. True, sometimes we still lack something. Feeling of tact and good breeding, for example.

Even in the capital, there are many people who do not know how to be elementary polite. They say that in Western countries there are fewer of them. We give two examples for comparison. Two of my friends always liked to travel and, despite the modest teacher’s salary, allowed themselves to make at least a trip per year. It was they who told me two interesting stories. So, Moscow. Fur boutique. Two provincial type women came in, fearfully looking around and looking at their reflections in the huge illuminated mirrors, and began to feel timidly the chic furs.

They felt like peasant children who got to the palace. Out of habit, women began to check the quality by moistening fur with saliva. Suddenly, one of them ran into a saleswoman tall and impregnable like a rock. Skinny and angry, she glared at the shrunken shopper with an icy gaze and contemptuously demanded not to touch the fur, adding, “I do not think your fingers are acceptably clean.” The poor teacher was frightened and tried to the very end not to even breathe on the goods.

Suddenly, another visitor came in. Her appearance inspired pity and sympathy. To say that she was wearing poor clothes is to say nothing. A clean beggar - that would be the surest definition. Clutching in her hands the reticule of about the seventies, she calmly and intently went to the department of the cheapest products and began to poke her pointy nose into short and long fur coats, jackets and collars. The saleswoman almost suffocated from such impudence, immediately two more of them, worthy of the podium, joined her and, having surrounded almost a beggar, tried to expose her.

She looked at them resentfully, then pivoted and went to the most expensive department, picked the most expensive mantle and put it near the cash register, then opened the old reticule and pulled out... a wad of dollars. The saleswomen jumped up like thoroughbred terriers, rushed off immediately to gut the reserves, realizing that in front of them was one of those “crazy” rich who are “mad from overfeeding.” And the “rich” thought a little and suddenly took the money and left. Young saleswomen paid for poor service.

The second example clearly shows how much Western attitude towards the client is different from ours. The same teachers went to Switzerland, and the final stage of their travel was, naturally, a shopping trip. History repeated itself. So, Switzerland, Zurich, a fur boutique. Women, remembering the sad experience of Moscow, hesitated for a long time, but still stopped by. A young and very polite consultant met them and spoke to them in English. The teachers were amazed when he laid out in front of them soft and shiny skins. Politely and in detail, the boy explained which furs have advantages both in quality and in price.

The buyers decided, for lack of funds, at least to try on. For two hours they were trying on, walking in front of mirrors and admiring themselves, and then, satisfied, went away, leaving the best feedback in the reviews book. But the most amazing thing was later. Two months later they received a letter from ... the director of the same store in Switzerland, in which he sincerely apologized for the fact that the clients did not choose anything. He said that the shop assistant was fired, and there will never be more vacancies for him in all of Zurich. Also, he offered them discounts on all products and payment for re-arrival.

The surprise of my friends knew no bounds. They, being honest workers, were touched and wrote an answer, in which they tearfully asked not to act so cruelly with the employees and not to dismiss them for such an insignificant occasion. And they promised to come again, only after a few years. Then the teachers decided to visit the Moscow boutique again for a test and found the same models there, only with completely different faces. Now their service was not inferior in anything to the western one. So they don't have to go to Switzerland anymore. LogoArrow

Yakhan Izyan

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