 Some young guys mocked the old woman, but after she opened her bag the situation was no longer funny. Valentina Petrovna woke up in the morning in high spirits. Stretching sweetly, I admired the snowflakes around me outside the window and went to the kitchen to put the kettle on, a good mood was not a frequent guest with an elderly woman, age made itself felt, all sorts of sores got out. But today the reason was the day before she got a call from the administration of the plant where she chopped off from Belle to Belle 50 years old, Valentina Petrovna. In the phone nice female voice please appear at the celebration the enterprise does not forget its veterans, the elderly woman did not really like the mention of the veterans, and they seem to be something ancient and falling apart, and at 74, the woman considered herself to be like that, but the management decided to congratulate her with the approaching anniversary, and it was excitingly pleasant. She was really delighted for almost 10 years. As she retired, they still remember, they decided to celebrate something. She was not even interested in what they would give. Yes, even though a simple postcard will be handed over, it's nice, an elderly woman thought in anticipation as she sipped sweet tea. Impatiently glanced at her watch and hurried to get ready, carefully coomed the walls on the back of her head with a gray ball, put on a beautiful dress appropriate for the occasion, even painted her lips and dropped her favorite perfume on her wrist, looked at herself in a large mirror with satisfaction and set off early so as not to be late. In a small conference room of the administrative building of the plant, people gathered 60 elderly birthday people all old acquaintances, so meetings were very good and flared up like school children, the deputy director with difficulty calm the pensioners and read a pathetic speech, and then solemnly handed envelopes from the 2000th note inside, and later an unfamiliar lady from the personnel department invited all the anniversaries to celebrate in the factory canteen, at a separate table. They were treated to borscht, vegetable salad and meatballs with boiled buckwheat, mint gingerbread and jelly were served for dessert to remember the factory feeding, so to speak, and at the end of the solemn event they were offered to take grocery set. Valentina Petrovna looked at the set with surprise, it included five bags of various cereals, 1 kg each, a 2 kg bag of premium flour, 3 cans of canned food and a pot bellied 3 litre can of apple juice, an elderly woman even shed tears of emotion, sat down next to her and propped her cheek with her palm. It would of course necessary and pleasant to take such care of pensioners, she thought. But how to push it all home, because she did not expect anything like this, so she did not grab her wand, her favorite cart on wheels, the courteous ladies from the personnel department immediately understood Valentina Petrovna's confusion, lovely woman said with a smile, do not worry, you can leave something with me, you will come another time and take it away, complete safety, I guarantee the sale of the package, the elderly woman even smiled to herself, she gave everyone in her life. Give it to them, thought merrily, you'll come, and you have a doughnut hole, decided that she would take everything at once. She didn't carry her load, smiled resolutely, and grew out of her handbag a large plastic bag from the supermarket, which I always carried with me, just in case, began to put bags of cereals and canned food there, attached flour on top and looked at the pyramid with satisfaction. On the package it is indicated that it can withstand 10 kg, I will report, she decided, slightly puzzled looked at the can of juice that did not fit into the package, put her armpit, thanked the lady accompanying the pensioners and stomped to the exit, carefully going down the icy porch she ordered herself to be more careful and stepped slippery sidewalk, Valentina Petrovna's house was just two stops from the plant, so the elderly woman walked from work to work all her life. But now I decided to take a walk, but not to climb onto the bus, my hands are busy, although it's hard to carry, but my soul is light and joyful. How much do pensioners need, only human attention, yes realization that they have forgotten you, so this juice is not needed she seems to be as much as 3 litres of stores will rushing, and she has her own stock, but enough, apples are notable this year, until late autumn at her friend's dacha they collected ticks, pre-preserved, and she does not eat. Such cereals, either buckwheat, but her ally am still completely unfamiliar with some kind of bulgar, but if they have given it out, everything will come in handy for the farm, Valentina Petrovna thought decisively, slowly moving along the slippery sidewalk, reaching the turn, the elderly woman decided to rest, now she will cross this narrow road and there in it's already a stone's throw to the house, Valentina Petrovna limped A to the pedestrian crossing, was glad that just the green one was. Burning, and cautiously stepped onto the road along the icy track, probably was heavy on the road low loaded grandmother was a rather funny sight, because a loud sound signal suddenly sounded from a beautiful expensive car standing close to the zebra, it sounded unexpectedly loud and mocking, Valentina Petrovna jerked her whole body, slipped ridiculously shifting her legs, made a dizzying pirouette and collapsed with all her good on the icy road, an elderly woman looked dumbfounded at the huge yellow spot of broken apple juice lying under her, at the three litter jar fragments lying around, at the multicolored grains of cereals sprinkled with flour scattered along the road, turned a puzzled look at her car and froze through the front the glass in the cabin she saw two young people, the working wipers swept away rare snowflakes from the glass, and the guy and the girl, while inside, laughed at her heartily, making an unambiguous gesture, they ordered the old woman to get out, pick up. Hello, cursing Valentina Petrovna got up and put her hands on bag but face turned purple with anger, lips trembled, however, the formidable posture of the pensioner caused only another attack of fun in an expensive car. Through the music thundering inside and their own laughter, the majors did not hear what the grandmother says, but her angry face this drawing chin looked so funny that the couple simply could not resist a new fit of laughter, so the old woman bent down and was going to row her string bag scattered with goodness, and the guy who came in to laughter again pressed the klaxon. In Valentina Petrovna suddenly clearly remembered the stories of the frontline soldiers father about how in one of the battles he threw grenades into stubbornly creeping fascist tanks, I remembered his order never give up. Valentina Petrovna accelerated, holding the torn package by one handle, took out the burst package with cereals, and with a wide swing through it directly into the windshield of the car alarm, one package was followed by another, the old woman went into a rage and before throwing her finger talked the packages to provide the car majors maximum damage, the guy who was driving got nervous. He could not go around the violent old woman for this you need to go into the oncoming lane and the movement has already resumed. He honked and shouted something afraid to get out the car that had accumulated behind him crawled out angry tsunami class in different voices, and Valentina Petrovna I furiously threw everything and threw a package into the car when the cereal finally ran out she took out a package of flour, an example climbed and threw it on the roof of the ill-fated car. The packaging cracked and the scattered flour almost evenly covered the offenders car, wet with snow, the old woman grinned and again put her hand into the string bag, fried it in confusion realizing that the light artillery had ended and looked inside with annoyance all that remained was tin cans, an elderly woman grinned maliciously, taking out one of them where it would be better to launch a heavy projectile. The car took off again with a horn and Valentina Petrovna stared with hatred at the young driver's face, white with fear, his girlfriend, huddled in the seat, tried to cover herself with her hands, probably the same faces were with the Nazis when their father beat them, flashed in the head of an elderly woman with a dexterous throw she sent a heavy can directly into the face of her offender. There was a furious sound of a blow, a web of deep cracks scattered across the windshield of the car, a young driver dived inside with a frightened patrol, an elderly woman pulled out and conquering one more can, looked contentedly at the result of the last throw, threw the shell in her hand, smiled, and sent it. Back into the package, then she shook her palms, crossed the road, under the continuous howl of car signals gathered around the cars, and hobbled a home, but surprise walked she easily and even cheerfully, I wanted screaming or even singing, and most importantly, there was no pity for the package spoiled by the brother. Such cereals and I still don't eat, the old woman thought happily, yes, there are a lot of juice, where are the shops to them, and I punished the bastards well, I especially liked it, the green and red traffic light has already changed several times, the beautiful car was dragged to the curb by the drivers of the accumulated cars followed her, and now everyone was laughing around her, looking at her and even filming her on smartphones, the guy never got out of the car, he still called someone. And cried into the telephone receiver, and his girlfriend jumped out of the car, slamming the door angrily and hunted by hairs. Somewhere in the distance, the traffic returned to normal, only people approaching the pedestrian crossing with interest stared at the real curb, the car was repaired by the switched-off wipers tired they smeared white muck on the broken windshield. Valentina Petrovna, for some reason, without shortness of breath, flew up to her third floor, cheerfully put on the kettle and looked at the surviving shells, sorry in oil and pineapples in her own juice, just for the upcoming anniversary, turned the slightly crumpled cans in her hands and sent them to the refrigerator, an elderly woman in front of the TV with a cup of tea when a loud trill of a doorbell sounded in the hallway. Vatic the grandson suddenly arrived on the threshold, cheerfully. Embraced Valentina Petrovna from the grave, I thought you could only bake, he rumbled happily, taking out the broad champagne and a cake in a beautiful package, and you easily go to a tank with a grenade, an elderly woman looked at the guy in bewilderment with frowning eyebrows, I don't understand what you mean Vatic, but he just brushed aside laughing, video with your participation for a million you have collected views on YouTube, you are now a star, so Valentina Petrovna. Aladdin became a local celebrity at the moment, and what if you don't know what the old guard is capable of in moments of despair it is better to not be angry, he is a guard, he is worth respect. Thank you all for your attention, see you again.