Author - Kirill Biryukov
Date of establishment - 17.02.2009
Published with permission of the author
Since childhood, I like to walk in the autumn woods. I do love the forest, but in the autumn, when the leaves are already part of the opal, some still have a little hands feel cold, forest — a great place to wander, to sum up some results, think about it. As a kid, I just liked to walk in the autumn woods (of course under the supervision of my mother), look for some important and valuable things, plane Staff or Spear, who in their childhood fantasies had to fend off the wolves, make some marks on the trees. Penknife always been with me in these walks.
Growing up, I did not cease to love autumn forest, except that the walk began to wear a different strain — comprehension lived, the summing-up, just thinking about everything. And, in the summer I rarely remember and almost do not think about these walks. And then, all at once, "it's time in the woods …".
Similarly, last summer, I do not think about autumn, when looked at the knife shop. He looked along the way, just to please the eye. Was leaving the store when the seller earnestly asked, "What can you Finotchka interested in? ..". Fink — my weakness, but I was not going to buy anything (at least, I say so myself). "Attack," "light infantry" (Mora all sizes and colors) of the seller I hit the easy: Mora2000 — a reliable companion picnics. In the course went "crack troops» Roselli. I resisted to the last … But the seller has applied a sneaky jab and said Carpenter of UHC, which I had my eye and decided to save money, not only sold in the gift in a box set with a diamond sharpener, but just like that. And much cheaper. Complete surrender.
The knife sheath, the paper advertising about steel UHC and the feeling of Happiness — that's what I got in return of money.
Sharp knife, carefully assembled in the hand is amazing. But what to do? .. The knife was lying to autumn. But the fall, I understand — why I bought it. That Carpenter and asked the forest. It's not high-tekovsky knife out of place in the forest, when you wander through it in thought. Warm wooden handle, satin sheen blade — it all blends harmoniously with the rustle of leaves, the breeze, the sun gleams.
And if the exit noisy company with a kebab I'll take it Moru, which is not terrible slap greasy hands, then walk in the woods — a knife Masters Roselli.
Knife I almost did not use it, so tell your opinion on how tochitsya UHC, I can not yet.