There was an old floor lamp. I have long served my age, he sadly stood in the most distant corner of the shed, dust, and not hoping to reiterate a soft, warm light cozy room. He did not understand why he was left in the dark without a case, because he worked properly, never offended, like a neighboring table lamp, stuck for the owner's finger.
The unclear was the old one that the fault is not his, but a capricious and non-permanent lady with a short, but tar name - fashion. Only fans of savings and conservatism have not yet exhibited his relatives for the threshold, but there were few such luckyrs, and he looked at the neighboring windows with envy, learning a familiar silhouette.
But once he was a handsome, who fascinated many visitors to the store, and even had views of the neighbor, a table lamp with flirty and bright lampshade.
And once a strong and confident hand stretched to an elegant base, removing it on white light.
"This is the end," Teshar thought, guessing his fate.
He heard that many relatives have long finished their lives under the caterpillars of huge tractors, or under the wheels of cheap dump trucks.
But suddenly quickly moved him to another house, washed and cleaned from the web. A new mistress has long looked around, proved and finally cleaned, disassembled the details, carefully examined and replacing all the vital wires and switch.
Torshoru was scary, he was afraid to lose his leg, or he thought, suddenly he was deprived of his magnificent growth, and he will no longer see this mysterious world outside the window, street lamps will no longer be able to distorted with him at night, teasing lonely pedestrians!
It will not be able to make it possible to rummage when a big spotlight, chanting with the moon, shines in the face of sleeping people, forcing them to swear and lay.
But the fears were in vain, and he was surprised to notice a new hat cooked for him, and a beautiful braid, who carefully embalted his thin camp.
The wooden table was covered with a new layer of paint and varnish, he slammed, reflecting the scattered light from the lamp.
To give masculinity and resilience, the leg was lost and the thicker was thicker, it was beautifully dragged and decorated with a braid.
I accidentally glanced in the mirror, he did not recognize his reflection at first, slightly swayed from surprise and his head spoke a little.
But, having considered better, with pleasure and pride, shone, because at this time we screwed the light bulb and connected to the outlet. He was given life, a new life !!!
Now he proudly looks at the newly minted neighbors around the room, let them try to live such a long, rich event, and a life filled with light and joy.
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