A fable of two Angels.

[meragenem]

On 29th April I have gratuated from high school. Each of us got a symbolic gift. It was a mug on which all the form masters of our 6 classes wrote down their sigantures. The same did the headmaster and the vice headmaster (you see, the life is incredible. I will always remeber my Maths teacher - yeah, I'm talking about you, Seba - any time I use my

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[wat3rcolour]

my tale was about coloured pencils. One day to a small city came a man. Noone knew him and he knew noone. Each and every day he was sitting on the main piazza and drawing different drawings on the ground so that everyone could see them. People were shocked firstly and didn't know what to think about this man and his strange behaviour. But as the days passed by, more and more of them got used to him. Some were talking with him, some gave him money, some stopped to stare at drawings. Man was listening to their speeches but he wasn't talking much. One day he started packing himself. People were sad, because they really liked the man. The big crowd gathered all around him as he was packing his drawings. People wanted to get some kind of souvenir from him before he leaves. But he didn't respond to their suggestions and packed all his things but coloured pencils. Then he got up and said: Please, take this coloured pencils and remember about me. - and he handed them out to different people. Then he was gone. People were really happy and