2018
I am travelling with my parents to Greece. There were lots of Russian people.
One day I was chilling out at the poolside. Suddenly a boy came from nowhere. He had a beachball in his hands. He asked me to play with his family. I agreed, because of a beachball of course. I noticed that the beachball was really underinflated. But we started to play with it. But everyone was missing the ball because of the softness. Everybody got sad and disappointed. Then the lady said: "we need to inflate it more, but it's impossible".
Me: "Why?"
Lady: "It is too hard to blow it up. I can't do anything"
We continued to play, and a brilliant idea came to my mind. I suddenly grabbed a ball, went out of the pool, opened the valve and started to blow. And the lady just said "Oh!".
The ball took the round shape, and now I needed to make it rock hard and bouncy. I blew, blew, blew. After half of a minute beachball became rock tight. But I wanted more. I was blowing it until the flap in the valve finally closed because of pressure inside. I looked around. I saw lady and boy closing their ears. I closed the valve, gave a beachball to the lady and finally noticed that it became not transparent, just white. I knew that it was condensate.
On the next day I met lady and boy in the pool. They were happily playing with overinflated tight ball. Now it was clear, but rang like a bell from every slap of a hand.
I FELT SATISFACTION.
I am travelling with my parents to Greece. There were lots of Russian people.
One day I was chilling out at the poolside. Suddenly a boy came from nowhere. He had a beachball in his hands. He asked me to play with his family. I agreed, because of a beachball of course. I noticed that the beachball was really underinflated. But we started to play with it. But everyone was missing the ball because of the softness. Everybody got sad and disappointed. Then the lady said: "we need to inflate it more, but it's impossible".
Me: "Why?"
Lady: "It is too hard to blow it up. I can't do anything"
We continued to play, and a brilliant idea came to my mind. I suddenly grabbed a ball, went out of the pool, opened the valve and started to blow. And the lady just said "Oh!".
The ball took the round shape, and now I needed to make it rock hard and bouncy. I blew, blew, blew. After half of a minute beachball became rock tight. But I wanted more. I was blowing it until the flap in the valve finally closed because of pressure inside. I looked around. I saw lady and boy closing their ears. I closed the valve, gave a beachball to the lady and finally noticed that it became not transparent, just white. I knew that it was condensate.
On the next day I met lady and boy in the pool. They were happily playing with overinflated tight ball. Now it was clear, but rang like a bell from every slap of a hand.
I FELT SATISFACTION.
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