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Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow and the smell of cut grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always the right side. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like in summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind has completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to beautiful home, knocked on the window.
- Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - Which cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
“Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. - Beautiful snowstorm! And the wind flew through snowy forest, waved his beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard. But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...
Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.
Let me in please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp, cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
Wind, said winter, don’t cry, wind! I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...
The tale is presented for informational purposes only.
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Auto vehicle collateral provided to the bank must satisfy certain conditions.
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You can apply for a loan secured by a vehicle in several stages.
After receiving a loan, an equally important issue is its timely repayment, so it is important to clarify the possible methods.
Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.
Let me in please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp, cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
Wind, said winter, don’t cry, wind! I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...
Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.
Let me in please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp, cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
Wind, said winter, don’t cry, wind! I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...
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