Character: Mother. Page 1

Pathetic, weak and shameless that woman drops wedding wreath and clings to the edge of the bed, which warmed the other.

No, Marina, it Barinov on the day of birth did not go. And Toljan - don't go. And aunt Vera - go.

About four in the morning. Excellent time. Cause time - fun time. You piss on people. Or finger to take away. Be a man, son. Like your missing father.

- Any knowledge you have to pay.
- If those had not died, we would live better. There would be more supporters.
- But still, we would be in the power of the law of degradation. Or are we part of humanity, and cherish his knowledge, or we are savages.
- You're an idealist, Bob, a piece of bread needs today abstract pineapples.

Luna crow's eyes.
Luna child's face.

The grain should be a grain, man - man.

- And if it then will run all the guys because she's too smart?
Stupid for sure will run, Madame. But why would she? Silly man - it's a disaster for women.

- One thing I have learned hard, she said. All the time learn, from day to day. If you have trouble, if you're in need, if someone hurt you - go to the poor. Only they will help you, no one else.

Monsieur the General resident last twenty years I have dedicated to to buy this plot from the state. And one day I sent you the money in an envelope. I did this with the greatest respect, the money - everything I had. That morning I gave you everything, I brought you a sacrifice, in the hope that this sacrifice will bring joy to the lives of my children. What I received from you in return for the years of loyal service? Nothing but wind, water and dirt. How come these Chinese planters, who are taking the best land? Local residents have long understood what dirty methods you are able to work. I explained to them that you are using the lack of the securities, sold their land to the Chinese. When they have a child dies, I tell them that dogs from the cadastral Agency will be happy. "Why would they be happy?", they ask. I tell them the truth: more children die, the easier it will be to you here to establish its supremacy. If you read this letter, Monsieur, the General resident, then read others, and understand how it has changed my attitude towards you over the years. Perhaps when you go my son, and after him my daughter, I lost all power and I will have none of it. But before I die, I'd like to see how wild dogs will tear apart your body.

- Spelling is very important. Without it as without hands.
- Shot Joseph in the air helped a lot more than your literate letters to the cadastral Agency.

Burned villages, burned homes is not the worst. The colonial government made a terrible mistake, depriving local people of dignity. It was a disaster. Lost their homes, the villagers found shelter near the dam, but in their hearts forever settled wrath and anger on us.

- Mother... it is very painful.
- All pain will pass.

- Thank you, mother. But I'm not going to marry.
What am I then supposed to do? Rooting your youth while you recover from it?

Pecking chicken? Wheat. But what to feed the clock? Ticking, my dear. Look, they are pecking and ticking the same: now! now! now!