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How we grew up tulips in Saratov, or But whether not to include the head?

When we tell the word “tulip“, all people have a resistant association with Holland - the country of dams and numerous grades of cheese. Meanwhile, a flower the tulip was for the first time brought to Holland from Central Asia. It is difficult to believe in it, but today one of the biggest congestions of wild-growing tulips in Russia can be met... in my native Saratov region. The region is on border with Kazakhstan - sometimes difficultly to distinguish the Saratov steppes from the Kazakh.

If to get on the car and to cross the automobile bridge Saratov - Engels, we will get to the Left bank. And there, among boundless steppes there are many places where tulips cover all visible space to the horizon - almost like in prompt of Windows. Such “flower beds“ are in Aleksandrovo - Gaysky, Novouzensky districts, near the village Steppe. Yellow, pink, red tulips literally cover with a carpet the earth. They differ from hothouse grades - flowers much more small. Yes it and is clear - centuries-old cultivation did not take place completely. Just as the rose differs from the parent - a dogrose, and the wild-growing tulip is not similar to the coddled large descendant...

What am I telling? Ah and, I wanted to tell you, dear readers of Shkolyzhizni. ru, about a wonderful and beautiful scam in which I even nearly participated. “But how it is connected with tulips?“ - the inquisitive reader will ask and it will be right. I answer: in the most direct way.

Probably, it is a twist of fate that the similar competent scam was organized in the Saratov region - the region where tulips simply - grow under legs. How this wonderful follower of “MMM“ acted on my homeland?

... “Tulip“ flimflammers came to my hometown quietly and imperceptibly in far 2000 - m to year. Also began accurate propaganda, without open advertizing, among the most naive and, alas, the most poor segment of the population - among pensioners. The scheme was simple to madness - for one ruble you buy from them one bulb of a tulip, grow up her houses in a pot and sell for two rubles. The grown-up flower whether is sold to Holland, whether to Voronezh - in the nice Chernozem region on a legend do of it a miracle - drugs. It is natural that grandmothers and grandfathers, always ready to experiments, at once pecked on this bait. Did not come to their mind that similar manipulations are very similar to the scheme of sale of tickets “MMM“. It is visible, they were misled by beautiful statement of business - right there “not for just like that“ money gives, and for some “activity“. Did not come to old men to mind that they are similar to exchange players - they considered themselves as businessmen - agronomists. Well as - they not on a bottom sit, and type work - grow up very valuable plants...

First “shareholders“ really received “dividends“. Grandmothers with grandfathers put first on hundred - two hundred rubles and got double profit. Then, having spat everything and having tightened belts, old men began to put completely the pensions, being bought by bulbs over head and ears.

Apartments of these a grief - “businessmen“ reminded greenhouses: everywhere - on a piano, cases, a floor there were jars from - under mayonnaise, the cut-off plastic bottles in which tulips grew.

Then my mother nearly subscribed for this swindle. Fortunately I as the skilled anti-flimflammer, was near...

- The sonny, I decided to buy on all pension of a bulb, - she shy told, - our women from work so on it made good money!

I long scratched turnip - if it is honest, I heard about such enterprise for the first time. Mother told me details of “business“. Then, having thought a little I issued it on - the mountain approximately such text:

- Dear mother! Think: let`s assume, really someone pays a fantastic sum for these tulips which are grown up from bulbs. Then why to the people who organized this business to share with some old men? Type, from the charitable purposes? Fund of victims of Yeltsin - Gorbachev? Do not make laugh me! Yes if actually someone gave good money for germinated bulbs, these clever uncles would remove on the quiet the huge greenhouse and would grow up flowers in millions there! On horse-radish to them all these wonderful old men with old women? At them what, in jars special flowers turn out?

I then convinced mother. But flimflammers complicated the business. Soon mother suggested to cut out at a leisure all family the florets drawn on paper - on a legend they are pasted on those pots before sending to Holland (Voronezh?) . It was necessary to buy a leaf on which there were pieces forty florets for ten rubles, to cut out them and to sell back for twenty rubles. The scheme is simple to madness again and is attractive. Even I first to admit honestly, began to hesitate. In total - I was young then. Even to impropriety it is young.

Our family budget was rescued that I was familiar with work of one advertizing agency - worked there in non-study time. I told mother the following:

- Dear mother! There is such wonderful device - it is called the plotter. You set in it any program necessary to you - and it without interruption cuts out to you any forms. The equipment stepped forward long ago - is not fashionable to sit with nozhnichka in hands now any more. Therefore why to flimflammers to pay such huge overhead costs of the business in the form of the grandmothers who are taking away 50% of profit? To anything it! It is simpler to buy the plotter.

I managed to convince mother again. But not at all Saratov pensioners such anti-flimflammer as I was near. People began to sell apartments, cars, dachas, growing up tulips commercially...

No wonder that after this “car“ soaked up in itself all this money, the firm was closed. Comers behind the dividends “shareholders“ saw that doors of the office working earlier without breaks and days off are closed...

The militia managed to find for “CEO“. Why in quotes? Yes because it was that only on paper. In practice the man so strong drank that he hardly remembered own name...

As a result of one hundred residents of Saratov lost the large sums of money - according to the most conservative estimates the handsome - “flimflammers“ who was gone in the unknown direction sucked about 500 thousand dollars from the city...

Such “wonderful“ history occurred in Saratov. And I am sure that history can quite repeat if to arrange the same business even in some beautiful way. God forbid, of course. Old men at us were already gathered to a thread.