- Stupid skis! How can you even ride them! They are so heavy! -
It is hard to imagine less similar brothers than Demid and Maxim Krylov. The elder, Demid, had always been a quiet boy, loved to read, and was going to become a historian. The younger, Maxim, on the contrary, could not sit down for books. He could never sit still and in his seven years tried all kinds of children's transportation. Rollerblades, bicycle, skateboard, Max was familiar with all of this firsthand. And now it was his turn to ski, but everything didn't go according to plan.
- Stupid skis! - Maxim continued to get angry - I almost fell because of them! And who invented them in the first place? And why?
- What do you mean, why? - Demid stared at his younger brother. - And how do you think the northern peoples hunted? Where they lived, there is almost always a lot of snow, you can't do without skis. By the way, did you know that they used to be shorter as well? - Yes. And there was only one stick, because you had to hold a weapon in the other hand. And before, by the way, these skis couldn't even glide!
- And when did they learn? - Maxim asked. He was getting curious.
- When their masters realized to pad their soles with fur. And yes, I forgot to say, all those skis were made of wood. There were no plastic skis until the twentieth century. Imagine how you'd ride those skis if you're complaining about yours now? And they are much lighter!
Maximka thought for a moment and then said:
- I guess I'll try to make friends with skis after all. Since they are so necessary.
And indeed, he made friends. No, Maxim did not become an athlete, of course, but he could outrun many people. So his older brother helped him get acquainted with skiing.
End