There laid a lot of things on a small rubbish heap. There
was one rusty tin among many objects.
At first the tin looked
very sad. Nothing communicated with it and it was surviving only from memories of its youth, when it was a nice red shiny box. All rubbish that laid
around rusty tin were destroyed and they quietly made up a
cemetery of unnecesary things. There was also a wheel from a pram, a lot of
tyres, some televisions, many broken glasses, a few shoes, bottles, two girl's
dolls without their heads, one table without three legs and many other
wrecks. All of them were satisfied or at least didn't compain about their state
to one another. Nothing was saying anything. They were only silently laying
without moving. I don't know who was thinking more about something, but I know
that there was a small unhappy tin. That tin was very sad with its state
and place, where it was thrown away.
For ages the tin was quite sad there,
but once a moment came, when everything started to get better. It began
, when
some dustmen arrived. They tipped a lot of carbage and there was also one thing
among them, that has changed the tin's sadness into satisfaction. That thing was
a big porcelain cup without a handle.
The cup was very old and it had
experienced a lot of events. It was good luck, when the cup rolled towards the
crying tin. The tin was shocked and stopped its sob, when the wise, memorable cup
started to soothe. Since this they communicated and were telling
variuos stories and experiences. The tin began to be more lucky, but it still
wasn't quite satisfied. It remembered the time, when it was made, colourful,
filled with sweet strawberries and then put on a shelf in a shop. It was a good wonderful time. People had a look at
the shiny box full of tasty strawberries.
But
then the moment came, when a man bought the tin, brought it to home, ate its
contents and threw this nice empty box into the dust. Then it was taken here
to the rubbish heap by a dustmenīs vehicle and since that time the shiny,
beautiful and happy tin has been very regretful and got rusty. Oh yes. All the
time it had to lay in the middle of a big amount of various broken thing, freeze,
get wet or hot in the violent sun.
Now although the tin was more satisfied
thanks to the cupīs stories, something was still missing. It was its looks,
use and a roof above its head. At first the sympathetic cup was very brave and
proved to encourage and advise the tin can, that complain about its state and yearned
for better 
conditions of life. But then both of them were unhappy and regretful.
Several months the dejected cup and tin were trying to be jolly and were
remembering their famous past.
But then everything had suddenly changed. The end
of their suffering came. It was quite a hot summer afternoon, when it happened. A
good poor man was walking around the rubbish heap and looking for something,
that he could take to a scrap materials collection, when he saw two sad friends - the big cup without the handle and the rusty
tin.
By the lucky chance these two things attracted
the man's attention and he took them home. The big cup has been put on a shelf in the man's small kitchen. And
the can finally waited to appling. The man gave it to the collection and there it
was recycled. After that it has risen to
be quite a new shiny box that was
admirable
and satisfied!
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