
I stand in line at the folder. Two people in front of me: not the season wearing a grandmother and a young mother. Grandmother approaches the window, reaches out the recipe and says, “Daughter, I am only the first ones.”
I stand in line at the folder. Two people in front of me: not a season dressed grandmother and a young mother who flexes under the weight of the baby in her arms. Grandma approaches the window, reaches out the recipe and says, “Daughter, I am only the upper ones, and then y I will not be enough for money.” Aparka finds Lee Ki and says-so much of you. An elderly woman listens badly to her fingers in a shabby wallet, gets the last coins, and here it turns out that she lacks a few hryvnias to get a ki. The Tekarka apart looks away, picks up a blister and goes to servicing a young mother. The poor woman goes to the window and with a slurry in her eyes tries to put her money back into his wallet.
At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything, except that I should help this person. I came up and offered my help. At first, the grandmother did not believe. She looked at me as a foreign planet. Her eyes were blinking and slya, almost reached her chin, suddenly the Earla. Then, apparently, her consciousness still came to the idea that she was offered free help, and she grabbed my hand as if I tried to escape. Her tight fingers ticks in my hand, so that even it became a pain. I thought then that they probably grabbed for the last hope. We approached the window, my grandmother reached out the recipe. Only now I said, “Everything on the list, please.”
Here again, I tried my gaze as an alien – only on the side of the Tekarka. At the end, I added a list of the right ones to me, which I came to the PPE, and then I almost forgot in the enthusia of Iazma’s enthus. When we came out with my grandmother from the folder, she just claimed: “Save you to g, daughter.” I put her two hundred hryvnias in her cam, but she refused and tried to leave. From the goal in half managed to convince the grandmother that it is done from the bottom of the heart. When I was looking at it slowly shaking the figure, then suddenly for some reason it became ashamed. As if it were personally guilty that our old people could not buy elementary li. Since then, I have been particularly trembling with the elderly in stores, AP folders, or who ask for alms.