I remember when I was a child I often went with my parents to an outdoor market. I liked it, especially in summer. The air was rich with fragrances of fresh fruits and I didn't know where to look first - strawberries, sweet cherries, grapes, melons, watermelons, etc. I wanted them all immediately.

Now I go there with not such enthusiasm as in my childhood. Yes, in present days there are a lot more fruits and even ones we didn't know earlier. They all became bigger, finer in appearance... But I don't want to buy them. They don't look like real fruits, they resembles to me plastic imitations of themselves. I try to catch that smell which I felt when I was a child. But it's vainly. Something wrong or I've changed a lot?

Going out I looked in at a courtyard quite near to the market. In the middle of it among willows and maples I saw an old pear tree. Probably first inhabitants of multistoried buildings in that courtyard planted it. It looks like nobody look after it, the tree simply grows of itself and gladdens kiddies and passerby persons with its juicy fruits. I wanted to pick up from the ground one fine pear and... Stop! It dawned upon me! I realized what confused me on the market. Wasps! It seems that there were several hundreds wasps here close by wild pears but I didn't see them near fruits on the market.

I remember I was afraid of wasps in childhood. When my mother was buying a watermelon I always, like a bewitched, was looking how wasps were making circles over the fruits. They were flying sprightly into cracked watermelons like airplanes into hangars. They were making a landing smoothly on airfields that were made of watermelons' halves. They could eat whole fruits!

Why I have to eat those fruits which wasps don't eat?