Until now, it seemed to me: what is so difficult? If your friend is a friend, then it’s fine, there is someone to share with, and this makes life so much easier! And joy, and care – in half. But one day there was a case that made me think: is it really so easy to be a good friend?
One day my friend Vitka told me that he would share a “terrible” secret with me. I promised him that I would keep his secret from everyone. And then he confessed to me that he was pulling letters out of the mailboxes in our entrance, reading them, and then he put them back and put them back in their place. I have measured. When asked why he was doing this, Vitka answered briefly: “It’s interesting.” I felt uneasy. I advised him to stop the disgrace, before it’s too late, because all the secret becomes obvious.
Meanwhile, the events soon acquired an unexpected turn. Several residents complained at the post office that they received letters almost printed. The postman received the boss from the authorities. Despite this, Vitka did not stop “playing”. I did not know what to do. And then I decided: he told Vitka that I would tell about all the neighbors. “You gave me the floor to keep my secret.” It’s not friendly! ” – the friend was indignant. “Is it possible to be friends with a person whose actions others suffer?”
Truth be told, I did not know how to proceed. On the one hand, I promised Vitka to keep his secret, on the other – I myself became, as it were, his accomplice.
Vitka did act after all-he stopped reading other people’s letters. However, since then he has ceased to notice me. And I remembered the teacher’s words: it is not easy to be a good friend. Then I did not understand why it was not easy. And now it became clear to me that to tell a friend the truth is to test friendship for strength.