May holidays - a bad time for online businesses. Legal entities as one, at the weekend. Physical - in country houses and picnics. Internet emptied the thirty to forty- percent. And for such small businessmen like me, depend on a dozen large customers, there comes a time and doing nothing at all. I read blogs, forums, and slept, ate, rocked with torrents serials and watched their entire season. Simply put, I suffered from boredom.
My Exchange reached a certain level and stood at it due to lack of capacity: Yandex again tightened the indexing process, and new sites are not allowed to traffic, and old slowly losing visitors. As a result, I was working blind. Most webmasters in this situation stop production until they understand where the developers turned the idea of \u200b\u200bsearch engines. But not me. I continued to make new troops for my army and run them on the battlefield for traffic. Perhaps not in vain.
When to do nothing and my head is empty, hands do own choice. I joined a dating site, made a paid account, and began to communicate with the girls. There is such a fun option: select victim and to write to her all sorts of nonsense, slyly rubbing his hands and wondering when she realized that at her bullied. It serve me a few evenings. But did not save of boredom. Therefore, after one such conversation, I closed the browser and got up to go to the kitchen, search for something edible.
I stood up. Damn! Lying on the floor, I again and again shouted: "I stood up!" Nothing that I immediately fell to the ground. A few seconds later, I stood on my own two feet, which had already begun to assume that only element design of the body. It seems I was crying. If it was not a miracle, the best news in six months. I crawled to the bed, sat down and phoned his mother. And he heard the sobs into the phone. Now we both cried. Currently wet kingdom. And when did I become so whiny?
The next day I was sitting in the kitchen, making a list of their cases in the future. And froze at the first paragraph. All my thoughts are not moved on it. Suddenly I realized that I had long been living for today. Do not plan on a month. Here and now I thought about that soon begin to walk, runs a cat, find a girl. That's all. Life seemed to stop. The apartment is, income - though not as big as before, but enough for a comfortable life - is about a family I never thought, interrupted by random scheduling constraints.
It was so strange. Complete lack of motivation. Probably always be a place extreme way, incredible events, hot relationship, or a taste of life lost. I looked out the window and thought it would be a uchudit, where else to get involved again to regain the sensation of flight, which accompanied me when I made my first website. Or the feeling of complete ass, when dosili my affiliate program. Or that anger and revenge which filled me when I was beaten up because of stupid classmates. Spit on the spending and time, I wanted to return adrenaline into the blood.
I moved into the room and opened the laptop. Needed a theme. Good, bright theme, which would made me work. Something that disturbed to the minds of users. Or at least one mind - mine. And who can fight on the net? Only with the monopolists. Fighting with search engines I got bored with the order, but social networks - it was maybe not too fresh, but still not as covered as other monopolies.
main method of mass work with social networks - is Spam invitations. However, facebook does not do it so easily, and in vkontakte invitations and covered at all. There was only able to write on the wall, leave messages in the forums. But there was a thing and have fun.
Fashion on facebook has led to many news sites have put plug-ins to display the comments from facebook. Well, the button Laikov ("I like"), but the comments - what nonsense. But all you can put yourself in the service. By the greatest of my pleasures, such comments missing links. If a little Prestressing, you can carefully spam the popular news system, just otsluzhivaya appearance news. After all, it is clear that the first few comments are always attracting attention. And if this news will scan hundreds of thousands of people? And if it prospamleno dozens thousands of articles?
And everything I need - is to register accounts on facebook, which online news sites as trusted. Registered, added to a special program, which monitors new articles, and as soon as it appears, the program throws a message like "an interesting article, but I think that's the information complement it and link.
I immediately sat down to look for a good desktop computer programmer. Even two. One had to write to me Reger - a program for registering accounts. And the second - a poster, a program to send a message. In a couple of days I managed to find such. Who refuses to interesting and well-paid tasks? So, I was back in business. And I liked it.
captured a new idea, I stopped watching the time and did not notice how holidays finished and came weekdays. In parallel with work on the desktop programs, two people, a programmer and designer, working on the paysite - somewhere he had to pour the future traffic.
from home, I just went to the store. Having one day to see a doctor for a consultation, I received a referral for physical therapy and prescription to buy crutches. But the work took away all the time, so I put a couple of simulators instead of chairs and tried to do the steps in between. Looked at the statistics on the monitor, and dripping with sweat, did tiny steps. Step by step, give all the easier, but progress has been so-so - to walk even on crutches until I could not.
the end of May I got the first version of the poster, where added a few accounts that are registered by hand. Prospamiti tried and succeeded. The beauty of the situation was postmoderatsii - a comment first incident on tape, and then he could remove it. The news also drew attention, once it appears, need only be among the first commentators. I did not discover America, but it seems was among the first spam via facebook. Of course, many wonder what provoked such a way junctions, and brought payment. A little bit. But given the scale, it was quite sufficient income to continue to hone skills.
Spam - evil? So it's looking to be a part in this war. I thought he benefited. To celebrate its success, I decided to get into the store - to buy champagne. Drinking champagne alone strange, but For some time I used that my boon companion had only imagined interlocutors.
I drove out into the street and collided with pochtalonshey - pretty exhausted woman of fifty, which is often called me in intercom or knocked out of the window, so I let her in the doorway.
- Okay, I caught you - a tired smile she said. I pressed the electronic key to the intercom so that she could open the door. And she handed me back the envelope. - A letter for you. But who is writing the letter, if you always You can call? Some accounts bear, but here the letter. And it is not signed.
I took the envelope and pulled back to the bench near the entrance. Cautiously opened it. Inside gleamed almost a blank sheet of paper. Even without reading it, I already knew who it is. Only one person avoided even telephone conversations with me. I opened the letter and began reading.
"Dear, Dear! Only! Favorite!
I tried to blame you if that happened. I tried to find the cause in itself. I thought it would be easier away from the you. I could not forgive you for the day. And she could not live without thinking about you. I will be infinitely regret, if not try again. But I do not know if you can forgive me my silence. I understand if you refuse, but I must try. We must try. For us. For the sake of the future. In order to heal from this pain.
still Your Oksana. "
And on the back of the sheet number of the mobile. It has even changed the operator. I prefer the MTS, and she chose the Beeline. I pulled out his communicator, but not unable to dial the number. As if this letter has deprived me of all forces. Pochtalonsha, which at this moment came out of the door, ran up to me.
- you bad?
- None. I just I do not know.
- do not know.
- The fact of the matter is that nothing I do not know - I crumpled up the letter and put it in his jacket pocket and rode away.
After passing a couple of quarters, I came to a fenced playground and watched the children play. My attention was attracted by a boy who throws sand at other children. They squealed with indignation, but the parents did not seem to notice it. Another boy came up and cracked scapula abuser. He whined and ran to his mommy.
- How did you find us? - On my shoulder lay down your hand. I turned around and froze. Anna stood in front of me. - Since when you are in a wheelchair?
- I. .. I. .. Recently. After the accident. Crashed the car.
- Wow. Sorry. A wife how? Child?
- We broke up. Daughter died.
Anna said nothing to this. Instead of answering, she nodded to the site.
- True, like his father?
I looked at her in amazement.
- Who? - And suddenly clicked in my head though. - What is it? You then? We have then? Damn!
- indeed, the devil. I did not think I have something that can be. One story before you left me without hope for the children. But something seems to happen at that moment special. And now this miracle for three years. I named him Eugene. In your honor. I did not think that we have to cross ... So how did you find us?
- I? I'm just not far from here I live. Moved. After the accident.
- I understand. Small world.
We silently watched Children playing in the sandbox. I interrupted a break issue.
- Is it possible ... Can I visit you?
- Yes, easily. Probably so, even better. Do not have to write a tale about a father of the astronaut. Just do not count for more.
- Do not worry, I will not impose. Just ...
- What?
- I just suddenly thought that it was important to me.
- grow up. I always knew that of you will surely something worthwhile.
We stood and chatted. I began to tell Anna what happened to me over time that we have not seen. She cynically in his manner of commenting on my successes and failures. And on the floor playing with other children of my son. Eugene E.. Life of a sudden, one day regained paint and give hope. If I had jumped over the wall, on which a long time banging his head. And all the past is left there, the high barrier. Ahead as there was another life. New.
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