"How? Have a good time at it?"
He used a gloomy tone of anxious to answer:
"Mende die! Better than to go fishing comes in it, or - buy the shotgun."
Very enthusiastic about his work, neither lazy nor foul.
He was taciturn, a pair of big blue eyes, and mother, always dissatisfied with what looked. He neither buy a gun, no fishing, but it is clear that he left the ordinary people are taking the old road: do not often go to a party, usually a rest day to somewhere else, however, did not come home drunk.
Very careful attention to his mother's actions, that his son's face light black gradually sharpened, eyes more and more severe, the lips are always closed, and he is in what are like sulking, it also seems to have any disease loss of his physical being. In the past, often partners come to him, but he does not get as always, we will not come.
Mother saw her son and other young workers in different, and I'm happy, but she can see, he is dedicated to the undercurrent from the DPRK side of life where the swim - which in her heart and caused a loss of concerns.
"
"No, I'm fine! He said.
"Thinner!" She sighed like that.
He began to take some books back, quietly hard, read books, and immediately hide.
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