Will tell you one interesting story. I have a friend, his name is Ilya. We've been friends since first grade and live in the neighborhood and always do everything together. But we still are different. I study better, probably because are diligent, love to read and make their own hands. He, on the contrary, loves sports and can't sit in one place. He loves to ski, the fall is looking forward to the arrival of winter, and in summer just talking about it.
Recently he was invited to city Olympiad on physical culture. And he had to prepare well. It is, of course, appealed to me. Well, I'm his friend will not give up, I was ready to help him in any situation. And we started to walk every morning into the forest on the slopes to train.
Here was already the second week, as my friend and every day I went to the gym. Trails, other skiers laminated, stretched for two kilometers there and back. The weather was warm, we were already almost halfway on the move I lost the ski, apparently tried very hard to catch up with our best of the skier class. While I chained them back, lost the sight of Elijah. Considering that catch up, moved on. But on my way there was a fork in the road, which like previously was not. A little pogadaev, I chose the one that left. And I circled her around the forest for two hours. Of course realizing that took a wrong turn.
Another hour I unsuccessfully tried to find a friend or the way home. We found each other when I'm exhausted. In the end, I startled, and Ilya with a broken ski. He broke when he flew through the woods, trying to find me. From his vague explanations, I realized that he had left, dashed off the trail and climbed on the piled up snow where it rested against something solid and no they did not understand what he was thinking when he rolled in the snow. He represented me eaten by wolves that will find only the rest of my skis and a hat. Or that I dragged the bear to its lair.Shorter too, he imagined, probably very scared for me, I'm a newbie in such campaigns.
On the way home, Elijah was very worried, for the broken they ski. We started to think together what to do with the upcoming Olympics. Here with such thoughts slowly got to the house, without saying goodbye, broke up, as on this day met at school, we have a second shift. And only in the last lesson, I realized that the Olympics Ilya can go with my skis. What is bad, my parents also bought a good, trusting that my friend will instill in me a love for the sport.
Going home after school, I offered to help him. He was very happy, said don't even think about it.
At the Olympic games Ilya won first place, and I even do not doubt. He was so happy and very thanked me. My question is for what? My friend replied, "If not for you, I would not be able to participate in competitions. You're my best friend!".
