How I did not become a millionaire

I got caught up in the old paper money today and I remember how we used to collect waste paper in our childhood. It was necessary to drag everything from home that could be: newspapers, magazines, books, just to pass the norm. All this was stored in a warehouse, then a big car came and we were forced to load it, we liked it, just not to learn.

We are somehow shipping, we are not in a hurry, we are short about time and suddenly, I come across a large and very heavy bag, tied so thoroughly. Well, I'm interested in what's lying there, unleashing and loosing the gift of speech-a bag full of paper money, czarist and early Soviet, all neatly folded, roped up-what kind of underground millionaire the pioneers have robbed, I do not know. I looked around and tried to pull the sack for the hoz.postroiki.

"Come on, quickly pull back and load into the car, I said I ran" - the loud voice of the headmistress was heard. I had no choice but to submit submissively, but in another way it was impossible.

Right now I'm sitting and thinking - would you know Valentina Vasilyevna, how much money can I make on such old papers and why, then I did not run home with this bag, I would not know the problems now. It's a pity, it's insulting, but that was not something you will return, unfortunately.

Of the old bank notes to me, there are only such copies, their price is not high, that's why they are lying around, maybe when they rise in price.