Tell me what is friendship

      Napoleon sat in his office and worked on papers. Silence surrounded Bonaparte and protected him from extraneous sounds. She is the only friend for the commander in chief: Napoleon had no friends since childhood. Only books and silence were best friends. But one person changed the way we think about friendship…       When Napoleon was filling out the documents, Arno entered him without warning through the window. Napoleon, without turning his head, said heavily:       - I didn’t notice you come in.       - Are you still doing paperwork? — Arno asked sarcastically. — Brains won’t explode? — touched Napoleon’s temples.       - All my life I worked with papers and read literature, — Napoleon turned his head.       - You don’t understand anything in jokes, — the assassin grinned and sat down on the table, you need to relax.       - I don’t know such a word, — Napoleon waved him off.       - How do you not know? You yourself said that you read literature, — Arno was surprised.       - I beg you: no need to roll up intrigues, — Bonaparte pleaded, without looking up from his papers.       - And I did not roll up the intrigue. I was just surprised, — the assassin explained. — Have you ever spent time with your friends?       - I have no friends. I don’t know what friendship is, — Napoleon replied dryly.       - I will help you figure out this word, — the assassin suggested.       - Good. And tell me, please, what is friendship? — Napoleon asked, pushing the papers aside. — What does this word mean to you? — He put his hand on his chin.       - Friendship is when they respect, keep secrets, trust and share with the news, — said Arno.       - When they respect and keep secrets, — Napoleon repeated to himself.       - They also spend time together, — Arno added.       - That’s how. I haven’t had any friends all my life, — Bonaparte said quietly.       -Why? — the assassin asked, putting his hands on his knees.       - I was bullied at school: I am a patriot of Corsica and expressed hatred to the French, — Napoleon said with annoyance. — I was a stranger to them.       - Come on, — Arno rolled his eyes, — Marie Antoinette was from Austria and had friends. She was happy.       - I compared the laugher and the commander-in-chief, — the commander-in-chief hit himself in the face.       - Come on, — Arno pushed lightly.       - Regarding pastime: I want to know where you usually spend your time? — Napoleon asked.       - I spend time in a tavern, — suggested Arno and climbed down from the table.       - Well, let’s go to this tavern together, — Napoleon agreed.       - I assure you you will like it, — said Arno. Arno and Napoleon went to a tavern. The two walked along the evening streets of Paris. Napoleon asked questions about the bar, to which Arnaud answered eagerly. Bonaparte began to slowly understand in friendship. Maybe this evening will help him find a friend. Soon Arno and Napoleon came to the bar.       - We have arrived, — Arno said.       - Bad place, — Napoleon said, embarrassed.       - You will like it, — assured the assassin, taking Bonaparte’s hand.       - All right, all right, — Napoleon said under his breath. Both entered the tavern. Napoleon looked at the tavern. Drunk people were lying everywhere, a man with two women was sitting on the table. Bonaparte winced slightly at the unpleasant picture.       - Sit down, monsieur, — Arno pushed back his chair.       - Thank you. — Napoleon sat down. Arno sat down on a chair. The Marquis de Sade approached the two.       - Ah, dear Arno, — the marquis greeted joyfully, -and who is this? — looked at Napoleon.       - This is Napoleon Bonaparte, — the assassin replied.       - Very glad to meet you, — he shook Napoleon’s hand with both hands.       - I’m glad to meet you too, — Napoleon mumbled, — Unpleasant type.       - And your friend is so shy, — hinted the marquis.       - He’s not a fan of these establishments, — Arno shrugged.       - Truth? Well, I’ll help him relax, — the marquis smiled immorally. — Monsieur Bonaparte.       - What do you want? — Napoleon asked quietly, without looking up.       - Where are you from? I see that you are not a local, — the Marquis impudently pestered.       - I am from Corsica, — Napoleon said under his breath.       - Oh, Corsica. This is a wonderful place, — admired De Sade. — How are the girls? — Napoleon only remained silent. He didn’t like talking about it. The Marquis de Sade for Napoleon is a vile person with low morals.       - There is a drink in this establishment, — Bonaparte abruptly switched to another topic.       - Of course there is, — Arno confirmed, — I quickly, — and went for a drink. Bonaparte lowered his head down and put his hands on his temples.       - Come on, monsieur, I wanted to ask, — de Sade apologized. Napoleon was silent and did not speak to him. — Do you like to read? — asked the Marquis.       - Of course. All my childhood I read books, — Bonaparte replied without looking at his face.       - Have you read my books?       - No, I haven’t read it. I like to read only moral books.       - But in vain, — drawled the marquis, — if you want, I will show you the room and the weapon of torture.       - I don’t want to, — Napoleon refused and turned his head away so as not to see the marquis. Soon Arno comes to the two with mugs of ale.       - Here I brought mugs of ale, — Arno put it on the table.       - You couldn’t leave us alone, — Napoleon asked the Marquis.       - Of course, monsieur, — the marquis smiled obscenely and left.       - A nasty fellow, — Napoleon grimaced.       - I think so too, — Arno whispered in his ear.       - Let’s have ale and leave this place, — Napoleon said quickly. Arno and Napoleon drank ale.       - Tell me, Arno, are you friends with this marquis? — Napoleon asked.       - No, I’m not friends with him. He’s such a nasty fellow, — Arno was embarrassed. You can’t be friends with such a person. We need a person to have moral values.       - I agree with you, — Napoleon agreed. — You know, after spending time with you, I already understand what friendship is, — he admitted to the assassin, — it’s time for us.       - Agreed, — Arno agreed. Arno and Bonaparte quietly and quickly left the tavern and went for a walk through the streets of Paris. Both turned into the park and sat on a bench. In the park, Arno talked about his childhood and his carefree days. Napoleon just nodded and listened. He liked to listen to Arno, Napoleon wanted him to keep talking. Assassin asked Napoleon to tell about his childhood. The commander-in-chief refused, but Dorian insisted, and Napoleon told him everything.       - It’s already late, it’s time to return, — Napoleon stood up from the bench.       - I can do it, — Arno stood up from the bench. Arno and Napoleon went to Bonaparte’s residence. They soon arrived.       - Thank you for the evening, Arno, — Napoleon said.       - What’s wrong? — Arno shrugged.       - And one more thing, — Napoleon put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and kissed him on the lips, — choose the right friends, — he went to the              - Of course, monsieur, — Arno agreed and left.