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What is poverty in German we learned from the media. This is the crowd of excited workers, living on social welfare and women pulling their sweaty little hands. What is poverty in American is also known. This whole ghetto, the generation of people brought up in idleness and drugs. What is the poverty in Russian?
Some people think that the poor are those poor cripples, clad in rags, begging on the street. But no. It’s not poverty. Rather, poverty, but not real. This is a fake, bast poverty. Real poverty is different. It is much worse, though not kuteesa in dirty clothes.
Poor was my teacher for English. In severe 90s she was teaching at the same tights that persisted for half a year was sewing. Tights were latanie-pereletnye, but clean. She was wearing a clean pressed suit is red, always red lipstick. And she had amazingly expressive blue eyes. I think her salary and got something to eat and this red lipstick. Nothing new she’s never bought for many years. And I’m sure she could find another job. But for some reason I believed in its purpose – to teach.
She was not alone. Clever, beautiful, our teacher could not afford anything. They alter outfits from my grandmother’s chests, eating poorly and little, barely scraped by. They were not stupid bezdelnitsa, please note.
My mother also was a teacher. One day we quarreled, she didn’t want to let me go to celebrate the New year in the company. And I in a rage threw a bottle of toilet water – her present. And said nothing to me, just sat on the floor and cried bitterly. And then everyone kept saying – I have so much saved up, you buy.
Poor sanitarochki was in a hospital room, where, I, 10-year-old girl, was after appendicitis. Thin emaciated woman, who spent their personal time to sit with me for hours and read poetry Unit. I vomited green slime, circling after anesthesia. Where she found time to be with me? I do not know. But I was reaching for her voice, I mentally asked her to stay. She has remained.
Poor grandma selling sweets on the roadside in front of my house. They cook very tasty – better than any shop and even a restaurant. We are glad that they are. They rank very early – about five or six in the morning. Later already all booked up. What time do they get up? And how much they worked in order to earn such an old age? Outside, in the cold or in the heat, they are always there.
It is sometimes scary that I know those who all the law of life could be middle class – sometimes a beggar class. For me, the one who works, beggars can’t be by definition. The poor can only be one who voluntarily and consciously pulled my life down the toilet. Who does not work, drink, don’t want to strain themselves. These – okay. Although they are worthy of sympathy and assistance.
But workaholics, mothers with many children, teachers, doctors, nurses. Retirees, honorably worked all my life… How can they be poor? Not fair in the world! I understand that the situation is complex. But I hope that this again will not allow it.
In your opinion, what kind of people should never be poor?
