Maria Guadeloupe lives together with her mother, in a small apartment on Fifth Avenue in New York. Maria was not young and not old, not short and not high, she was not fat and thin, not particularly beautiful and not ugly, neither smart nor stupid... Maria Guadeloupe was an average girl. Maria worked as a junior clerk in a large society, and her life was both commonplace and boring. There were people in her work, one of the few who noticed her existence, saying that she was a dull, gray woman.
One morning, on the way to work, Maria saw a new hat shop opened on the street. A curious and naughty Zeke, of those who would have attacked her in her distant childhood, brayed her suddenly and she marched into the shop. At the shop there were a little girl and her mother who came to pick a hat for the girl, another buyer looking for a hat for herself and the seller. Maria turned around in the shop and tried to shy several hats until she was on her side, at the end of the top shelf, a hat that drew her attention. Maria placed her hat on her head and... The hat shocked her! First, the little girl's heart. She pulled the sleeve of mother's blouse and said, "Mom, Mom, look how beautiful the woman with that hat is." If she looked, she could not stop herself, she would go to Maria and said: "Lady the hat Just pounded you." The second buyer heard the mother's comment and said: "Lady, you look really pretty with that hat, he just fitting you."
Maria approached the great look... She looked at the image that reflected... And for the first time in her adult life, Maria and Guadeloupe liked what she looked like. A light was lit in her eyes, a mischievous smile rose on her lips and she went to the counter, paid for the hat and went out to the street.
Outside, a new world was discovered. Never before did she notice the color of the flowers in the flower boxes, or to the cool feeling of air flowing in her nostrils. The sounds of the cars and people's bustle seemed harmonious as pleasant music. She was hovering as a hovering and a poem was in her heart.
When she moveded by the coffee shop that had passed by him every morning, the regular clients sat around the regular Olhanotiham. One of the handsome young men who had removed his eyes from the newspaper and called for her: "Hey darling, look good..." New in the vicinity? Can I buy you a cup of coffee? "Maria smiled shyly and continued with the floating transmission.
When she came to the office building, she opened the door for her and greeted her in a good morning... Never before did he treat her. The people in the elevator asked her which floor she needed and pressed the button for her. The people in the office as if they had noticed it for the first time, they all noted the light shining in her eyes and complimented her how well she looked. The department manager arrived during the lunch break and invited her to the Blanche in an excuse that she had long since been talking to her about her feel at work. Ptata He tried to pick her up during the meal.
When the day of the enchanted work was over, Maria decided to change from her custom and return home by taxi. She was not enough to raise her hand and two taxis were detained. She came into the first one where she sat down on the back bench, thinking in her heart about her wonderful day, and how she changed her life because of her hat she bought.
When she reached the building, she was gladly up the stairs and rang the bell. Her mother opened the door for her and her breathing natka. "Maria " She said by surprise, "How well you look, there is light in your eyes like the days when you were a little girl."
"Yes, mother," said Maria, "that's all because of the hat."
She looked at her daughter and asked in wonder: "Maria, what hat?" "Maria placed her hands on her head in B and found that the dread of her fears had come true. The hat that changed her life was not there. She collapsed on the couch and began to reconstruct her day by step by step. She had to find out where the magic hat was lost.
She didn't remember taking him down in a taxi... She didn't remember taking him down during the lunch break... She didn't remember dropping him off at the office or the elevator or the street... She reverted to the store, the moment in which her eyes were spotted on the shelf, the incarceration on her head, the gaze in the mirror, the likata to the counter to pay for it... And she remembered with painful clarity, how she placed the hat next to the register to take out her purse, and how she forgot her hat, sitting there on the counter, when she went out into the street...
Oh, my God. If we were just thinking all the time that we were beautiful and smart and successful, we would. And so we're...
And thank God there are little children who give compliments without fear, even to foreign people, and who will let us not ntbeish any opportunity that can be flattered. Go out and practice...
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