When I came to my dacha one day, I saw that I had nothing to heat the stove: all the wood had disappeared somewhere, although I remember that there was still plenty left. It was late autumn, it was cold in the house, and I, as bad luck would have it, got my feet wet on the way back from the electric train. I was really looking forward to warming up and sitting by the fire in the evening, and I was very disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to do that.
When I came to my dacha one day, I saw that I had nothing to heat the stove: all the wood had disappeared somewhere, although I remember that there was still plenty left. It was late autumn, it was cold in the house, and I, as bad luck would have it, got my feet wet on the way back from the electric train. I was really looking forward to warming up and sitting by the fire in the evening, and I was very disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to do that.
But then I thought I could borrow firewood from a neighbor and then return it. But there were no neighbors in the dacha – it was out of season, there was no one to ask, so I decided to borrow wood without asking. I was not sure that it was not my neighbor who had stolen my firewood, but I was sure that someone had done the same thing.
Since then, I have taken firewood several more times without any particular need, simply because it was more convenient and cheaper than buying it or chopping it myself. I am actually ashamed and scared that if someone found out, I would be ashamed to look my neighbors in the eye. I don’t even know why I do it…
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