we will be shaking the hands of the cup

Child tears down her cheeks and slowly slid down.
"Do not cry!" His son said quietly. "Give me water to drink."
"I'll get to the point of ice water to you ..."
However, so she came back, he had fallen asleep.
She looked down at him, stood for a moment, we will be shaking the hands of the cup, and inside the ice gently bumped the cup.The cup on the table, she quietly knelt before the icon.
Drunk from the windows of a sudden came the noise. Moist air in the fall of dusk, the accordion sounds came. It was loud singing, some people swore obscenities, anxious, tired woman sent panic sounds.
In a small room Vlasov home, life is more quiet than the previous, more secure, and it and various other areas than the workers a little bit different.
Their house is located in the area of ​​workers bearing a path to the end of the pond, although not high, very steep hill side. The third room is the kitchen and out of the mother with a sheet across the small bedroom, two-thirds of rest, is a room with two windows of the square room, one side of the bed stood Ba Weier, door release a table and two stools, a few chairs, put shirt wardrobe, cupboard, lay a hand mirror, in addition to trunk, wall clocks and two icons on the corner - this is their all.
Young people need everything, Ba Weier has: the accordion, a breastplate of the shirt, nice tie, overshoes, cane, and all he bought. And peers, as he became, and also attended the party, but also learned to dance and Boli Ka Stuttgart Lille dance.Holidays, he always came home drunk. Woke up this morning, I felt a headache, stomach pain, pale, not spirit.