The tale of the old shovel

There lived an old shovel in a barn. So old that everyone got used to her and did not pay much attention to her venerable age. And this shovel lived for fifty years, no less. This is how much earth they dug up with it!

Once the handle burst. The hostess gasped with pity. She apologized to the shovel:

- Sorry, old spatula, sorry, dear spatula. Sorry for making you uproot perennial currant bushes. You overstrained yourself from overwork. Take a few days without work. We will buy you a brand new shank.

My grandfather brought a broken shovel to the workshop. Began to look closely. Are there any cracks on the shovel itself? No! Safe.

- My priceless! - the grandfather praised his favorite shovel.

And suddenly, he looks ...:

The old man's eyes were rounded. Did the shovels have such prices? I wonder where such cheap shovels were made?

The old man ran into the barn. I remembered that there was a rusty shovel under the jam. Started cleaning from rust. And indeed, his discovery was confirmed! And another shovel cost the same. Fifty kopecks!

This grandfather has a secret of how to serve a shovel for half a century and remain a clever beauty. I'll tell you!

He paints his shovels! So that the earth does not stick to them. And the metal under the paint feels good.

And our subscriber told this story, for which he is very, very grateful!

Do you have a favorite shovel?

What is she like?

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