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Mailing address: 420044, Kazan, Yamasheva str., 36
President of the Foundation: Azat Khafizov
Tel: +7(843)519-97-30
Executive Director: Timur Khafizov
Tel: +7(843)519-73-73

"Paravitta" International Non-profit Foundation

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                                                          The Happy Crumb

        Once there lived a little grain. It grew in the thin gold spike, right on the edge of a large wheat field. It was the smallest in the spike, and other grains called her Tiny. The nest, which Tiny was sitting in, was too big for her little body, and Tiny had to struggle to keep inside the spike. One day, during a severe storm, when heavy drops of rain hit, and the wind whistled and bent the plants down to the ground, she nearly fell out. Fortunately, other grains helped their little sister, holding her with the long awns, and Tiny herself would hold in the spike with all of her strength.

         It was a fair hot summer, and soon the spike gained weight. Bread was ripe. It was time to harvest. All spikes were cut off and sent to the threshing machine. And then a disaster struck. When the spike were Tiny sat was approaching the threshing machine, Tiny fell on the floor and got into the gap between two flat stones. She was very scared. All her sisters were filled into bags and sent to the mill, and her fate was threatened to be forgotten forever. Tiny was afraid of this more than anything else, because she had a dream.

         Many days ago, when she still grew up in a spike, kids from the near village gathered to play on the lawn close to the wheat field. When it was dinner time, children fetched the packs of food they were given by parents and began eating with much appetite. But one little girl with sad eyes did not eat, because she had nothing. She was an orphan. She sat quietly on the side and looked at the field. That's when Tiny has decided that it must necessarily become a tasty bread, and feed someone who is hungry. And also she wanted no one ever be hungry.

        And now, while laying between two flat stones, Tiny cried: - Please, take me! I want to become bread!

But no one heard her weak voice. Soon a large spotted rooster came into the barn, quickly saw her, dragged her out of the slot with its sharp beak and was just going to swallow it. Suddenly, a Cat with glowing green eyes entered the barn. Rooster got scared and run away, dropping Tiny on the floor. It was only in the evening when the son of the thresher, who was a very attentive boy with sharp eyes, picked her up and put into the last bag for leftovers. The next morning the bag with Tiny was taken to the mill, but the miller did not want to accept it. He did not like when they brought the remains of a threshing, because there could be pebbles, which could spoil the millstones. Tiny pleaded: - There are no stones here, just we, grains. Please! Help us become bread!

        Of course, she was not heard. But finally the old miller, after opening the bag and making sure there are no stones, changed his mind. Grains were poured into a mill, and soon delighted Tiny together with her sisters became pure white flour.

        But the joy lasted for a short time. Once Tiny calmed down and began to dream about how to become a delicious savory bread, a strong blow of wind suddenly came through the holes in the roof of the old mill and flew away few particles of flour on the floor. The others held on to each other with all of their strength.

        It was not all tests that our long-suffering Tiny had to go through. At night, a mouse approached the sack of flour, but soon it was chased away by a ferocious mill cat. More, flour was almost ruined by rain, coming from a leaky roof, but the miller covered it with old canvas bags.

        Early in the morning a cart pulled by a donkey drove to the mill, and Tiny together with her sisters slowly went to the bakery with the sound of creaking wheels.

        In the bakery, when the flour became a dough, one of the baker's assistants took a piece of dough to cover up the gap in the window.

        - No! - Tiny cryed, - Please, allow me to become bread! I want to feed people.

       Fortunately, the baker would not let him to do it. And then, finally, Tiny became Bread. Ruddy hot loaf was bought for a large welcoming house. The rooms of this house were filled with people and they were getting ready for dinner.

        Tiny joyfully awaited for the fulfillment of her dream. Bread, where she sat, was cut into slices. The cook put the slices in a basket and sent to the dining room. After that the cook collected the crumbs into his palm and ... was going to throw them in the trash. Tiny, which sat in one of these crumbs, was horrified: in a moment she will get in the trash can! Her dream to feed people is going to fail!

        And then, all of a sudden, a little girl, the daughter of the house owners, ran into the kitchen, looked around and joyfully exclaimed: - Crumbs! I love bread crumbs! And I am hungry!

        The cook poured the crumbs into her hand, and the girl put them into her smiling mouth. And she ate them.

Never before in the whole world there was a crumb happier than Tiny.

 

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International Non-Profit Foundation"Paravitta"
Mailing address: Russian Federation 420044, Kazan, ave H.Yamasheva, 36
President of the Foundation: Khafizov Azat
Tel: +7(843)519-97-30
Executive Director: Timur Khafizov
Tel: +7(843)519-73-73, email:

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