— My grandmother worked her whole life as an accountant. She did her calculations on an abacus as (…) Then, well, like…well, it got used a lot in out housekeeping affairs, we weren't so well off, and every kopeck got counted. Gran sometimes had recourse to use it to work out the family budget. So, it wasn't just lying idly. But until recently it had been in the attic somewhere, lying with a load of old junk that we didn't need. We tried to dig it out a few times as it seemed like a shame for it to go to waste as granny had become so intimately attached to it, having worked with it for so long. We thought it'd be good to dig it out, and maybe we could find some use to put it to. Then, eventually, it's time came. To begin with, granddad read an article in the magazine "Health," about the benefits of massage. Both he and granny suffer from radiculitis, or something like that, I mean their joints seize up and stuff like that. But we don't have enough money for things made by some company. But then granddad had a brainwave. He crawled into the attic, got out that abacus, and started to think of how he could make a massager from it. He went to the shops, had a look around, checked everything out, came back and got down to work. And so he made this thing, it looks like a real massager and, strictly speaking, it isn't really any different from one you could buy in a shop. So both of them started to massage their backs and their spines started to straighten out. So you could say that this thing was reborn again. So, like, our abacus is still put to some use.