The harsh life of the blue sky...

It was a very cloudy day. It was raining heavily until it started to rain. The guy should have hurried home already, because he was soaked to the skin, but he was still standing with the leaflets. It would seem that this should be done by young people, and not by an adult guy of 19 years old. But he barely finished his 9 years of study, because he did not have enough income to study and get an education. His father died when the guy was only 3 years old. There was a terrible accident on the way to work with Elizabeth's husband, who died when the guy was 16 years old. She died in childbirth. Then Elizabeth Noroline's sister, Jeanne Rain, took over the upbringing of the guy. Erol Noroline's husband, the head of the family, was very liked by Jacob's mother's sister, so the aunt did not have a warm relationship with Noroline's son. — Hey you! And why do you suddenly need pocket money?! Are you going to do drugs and shit?! — No, Aunt Jeanne, I just wanted to buy textbooks. I want to find a normal job. — Yeah, I know you, get high, and then I'll be ashamed of you in front of society! Bastard! How you got me, I hate you!— After these words, the old woman of 48 years left, slamming the door to her room loudly behind her. Jeanne did not like her nephew in her veil, and did not want to share a roof over her head with him. Because of jealousy. As if he was to blame for her sister's man falling in love with another. Namely, the one she had been competing with all her life. She was an envious and greedy girl, and sometimes even stingy. And when someone had happiness, she furiously wanted to take it away and get her hands on it. She always believed that she could have done even better if she wanted to, but you see, she is a good-natured soul, she does not need anything in this world, at least it seemed to everyone from her external side of her personality. She was a bad person, and clearly deserved to die more than her younger sister. But she didn't know that Elizabeth had only one happiness in the whole world—family. Parents, sister, son and her beloved husband, who died so early, in the prime of his life. Jacob grew up in a low-income family. He got used to, so to speak, finishing the family's scraps. His parents often took out loans to at least live on something. They had huge debts, which is why they often did not have light, water and electricity at times. Everything was also bought by my father's inheritance. The youngest daughter Rain had no inheritance. Everything always went to Jeanne, even if she was the eldest. Jeanne was literally licked gold for the family Rain, so no one paid much attention to that girl of a gentle disposition. Why is Jacob doing all this? All this suffering, adversity? It's like life doesn't want to meet him halfway. How cruel the world can be, and there was no justice, at least in the family of Rain and Noroline, not even close. Completely frozen, he was about to refuse to finalize and distribute all the leaflets, but a stranger approached him. — Hello, have I seen all these flyers?— The unknown guy said, coming a little closer. He was wearing an expensive-looking branded coat, a classic black hat, slightly half-hiding his face pale as snow, he was wearing slightly soaked patent leather shoes, and a kind, but a little suspicious at first glance smile. He was tall, and he was by no means thin. He was holding a large black umbrella over his head. — Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but I need to hand out the flyers to the end — the guy replied, already about to leave, pretending to return. He had an old, almost torn raincoat, cheap shoes with a half-torn sole, namely old sneakers, a light fur hat with a small hole sewn on the chest and wet leaflets that no one needed anymore, at least in this fo— But why do you need them? They are already soaked, and they are unsuitable for anything," the brown—eyed brown-haired man asked with the same calm, but at the same time desperate tone, feeling a little sad like a child in such a situation, a situation of poverty and misfortune. —I want to help you, the young man was saying in a mysterious tone. The guy was about to agree, but he was stopped by pride in himself. That he should not be pitied, and that he should not be compared to a poor tramp. — Of course, I am very grateful to you, but you do not need to belittle me. If you are rich, this does not mean that you can mock those who are lower in status than you in this way, —the guy was about to leave when suddenly he touched him on the shoulder. — Oh, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable about this, I didn't even think about it! I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I just wanted to come to the rescue. No need, I'll do it myself somehow, Jacob was saying in an already irritated, hoarse voice. It was written in his eyes that deep down he wanted that help, but pride was taking over. — Well then, take my card! If you want to work for me, then I will be happy to wait for you!—The stranger quickly shoved the business card into the pocket nearest to the guy who had already turned around, and his trace disappeared, as if he had evaporated into thin air. Jacob was about to say something last, but he disappeared into the distance without a trace.