The Gitar

I remember the sound of my first guitar.

It was a cacophony of sounds. I wanted to try everything.

I hugged this precious gift and finally held it to my heart. The sounds didn’t come out of my hand, but I trained my hands.

And most of all, I trained my lips. And my hands became coarse, like the strings of the instrument.

It was a precious gift, and I was very proud of it. One day, a guitar that was inextricably connected to me, I thought, ended up on the street.

The fatal mistake of the street bullies was that they took away my guitar. I’m glad I didn’t go as far as I hate.

I got a new one, but it didn’t sound as good as the first one. The strings on the second guitar were burning and bursting. I saw my rock guitar in one's poets hands.

After intimidation and persuasion, he sold it to me for a small reward. We got very happy.

Also strange things happened to the replaced strings: they were torn until I found the mark of the Master and stuffed with the guitar and my favorite song light to him.

He understood me as a connoisseur of beauty and he sold me strings.

And he gave me a sheet of music for a fee. Honestly, I’d like to do it now, I’d eat whatever it says right now.

I won these records for myself. That’s all I had. And it makes me live.

One day some guy said I just didn’t know I was playing. I told him to go away.

And I felt like life was going wild a few days later. I hadn’t paid attention for a while.

In a moment of epiphany, I felt that as I played, everyone listened to me very carefully.

Everything went wonderfully quiet when I was playing, seemed to me. Even the wild animals seemed to be obedient and easy to come by me.

The flies stopped buzzing and bothering...

I went out on the street...

And so, I saw a man who was always sitting outside the window when I was playing. He walked up, smiled at me and reached out his hand...

The world stopped and collapsed on me... with all the weight he had, he sold me a whole cushy piece and replaced it with himself.

The next day, I woke up to be a new man.

So I’m on my own again, and I have nothing to do with my hands...

I have an amazing gift for not telling...

,, I hope So... I think you did it.. I told him to get rid of it to me for a small reward.