Lamartine,the french poet and statesman, was never rich.he had a great desire to possess a carriage of his own,and for this purpose he saved money, which he put by box.he had saved about a thousand francs,when one day a humble neighbour ,a poor widow woman with several children, came into his room,threw herself at his knees and told him with tears that she had no bread to eat, that her furniture was seized, and that she and her children had been turned into the street .(how much do you require ?)said Lamartine, going quickly to his box .(A thousand francs)replied the poor waman .(come,here they are,) said the generouse poet, and he emptied his savings into her hands .the next day a friend asked him what he would do about his carriage .(oh,my friend) said he ( I shall continue to go on foot ; it is better for my health
موضوع: short story called perference-like 
