People rushed to the

The newspaper advertises: On rainy days, use a light yellow umbrella. ×× department Store. So, what happens? From that day on, custom blue umbrella, see the decline.

People rushed to the umbrella counters in department stores.

A few days later, this time, all the girls in the town were carrying the pale yellow umbrellas they had bought in the department store.

Not a single customer came to the little back street umbrella shop. Only the owner of the umbrella shop, with its new signs, roof and curtains, sat motionless.

This day, also under the thin rain.

One day, the store came to a small customer wet by the rain.

"Hello!

'Well -- who is it? The umbrella shop owner cocked his neck.

"Is my umbrella fixed?"

The umbrella shop owner kept looking at his customers. Little girl in sky blue... Where do you seem to have met him

... Big eyes, short hair...

"Ah, the last little girl!

The umbrella shop owner finally remembered. But he could not think when the boy had given him his umbrella.

"The skeleton of the last umbrella was broken. I came to you a long time ago." "Said the girl.

The owner of the umbrella shop hurried to look in the workplace. Then he found his last blue umbrella, its skeleton broken, lying in the corner.

The girl's eyes were very sad.

"I'm sorry." "Said the umbrella shop owner.

"Can it be fixed tomorrow?"

"Oh, certainly. I'll have them delivered to you in the morning, there."

The umbrella shop owner has an appointment with the girl.

That night, the umbrella shop owner carefully repaired the girl's broken umbrella. Come to think of it, that was the first umbrella he made in good faith.

Since then, I have made many umbrellas without thinking about anything... So how did ordinary blue umbrellas, not the color of the sea or the color of the sky, fill the town? The umbrella shop owner freaked out.

The next morning, the umbrella owner took the umbrella and went out of the shop.

A moment later, around the corner, saw the girl's light blue dress.

The umbrella shop owner broke into a gallop through the rain.

But when I looked closer, there was no one there.

The one who mistook the blue dress for the flower. Around the corner, by the hedge, at some point there was a hydrangea, blooming azure in the rain.The newspaper advertises: On rainy days, use a light yellow umbrella. ×× department Store. So, what happens? From that day on, custom blue umbrella, see the decline.

People rushed to the umbrella counters in department stores.

A few days later, this time, all the girls in the town were carrying the pale yellow umbrellas they had bought in the department store.

Not a single customer came to the little back street umbrella shop. Only the owner of the umbrella shop, with its new signs, roof and curtains, sat motionless.

This day, also under the thin rain.

One day, the store came to a small customer wet by the rain.

"Hello!

'Well -- who is it? The umbrella shop owner cocked his neck.

"Is my umbrella fixed?"

The umbrella shop owner kept looking at his customers. Little girl in sky blue... Where do you seem to have met him

... Big eyes, short hair...

"Ah, the last little girl!

The umbrella shop owner finally remembered. But he could not think when the boy had given him his umbrella.

"The skeleton of the last umbrella was broken. I came to you a long time ago." "Said the girl.

The owner of the umbrella shop hurried to look in the workplace. Then he found his last blue umbrella, its skeleton broken, lying in the corner.

The girl's eyes were very sad.

"I'm sorry." "Said the umbrella shop owner.

"Can it be fixed tomorrow?"

"Oh, certainly. I'll have them delivered to you in the morning, there."

The umbrella shop owner has an appointment with the girl.

That night, the umbrella shop owner carefully repaired the girl's broken umbrella. Come to think of it, that was the first umbrella he made in good faith.

Since then, I have made many umbrellas without thinking about anything... So how did ordinary blue umbrellas, not the color of the sea or the color of the sky, fill the town? The umbrella shop owner freaked out.

The next morning, the umbrella owner took the umbrella and went out of the shop.

A moment later, around the corner, saw the girl's light blue dress.

The umbrella shop owner broke into a gallop through the rain.

But when I looked closer, there was no one there.

The one who mistook the blue dress for the flower. Around the corner, by the hedge, at some point there was a hydrangea, blooming azure in the rain.