A tin of paint

In one small town there was a factory. A half of the townspeople was working there, and it was a certain face of the city - if someone from the leadership was coming, then was visiting only that place. Time was passing, and the situation was changing. The factory went bankrupt and eventually closed. And as soon as this happened, it was immediately assiduously plundered. In such business no one was modest, and all the equipment was taken out on several trucks in a couple of weeks. Afterwards, the top officials asked to find the guilty ones, or, if they would not be found, to make guilty anyone else. For these needs, several guards were sent and started to wait for some loser. So, one day one pensioner noticed a tin with paint, lying on the factory's territory without demand. Being a cottager, he decided to borrow it and use. But only when the poor man has climbed over the fence, the dog has immediately thrown at him, and he was tied by the guards . On the morning the man was taken to the remand center, and in the local newspaper his photo was shown as an image of the main culprit in the collapse of the enterprise. The townspeople, being ordinary and narrow-minded persons, did not understand the essence of the case and completely accused the pensioner of all conceivable and inconceivable sins. "And take away his dacha from him! He built it at the expense of the stolen money!" - were indignanting the citizens. "Imprison him! And for a long time imprison, such rascals should not live at all!" As a result, a court was appointed. But no one has seen the man on the day of judgment - he hanged himself on the eve, immediately after the confession to the local priest. The priest said later, that in confession the unfortunate told, that he wanted to steal for all his life only two times - first in his childhood: a candy from a festive table – then his mother noticed him and scolded, and the second time: this ill-fated tin of paint.

Soon the city forgot this story. The factory was continuing to rust and to stay empty. The townspeople were living with their own bustle. On the outskirts outside the cemetery wall, was resting the body - without a cross and with an unpainted fence, the latter was especially symbolic.

The society is ready to trample on everyone, on who someone will point a finger. They are ready to believe in everything, that will be said – the main is to present it enough colorful. The misfortune of the personality is in the madness of the crowd.