Some of the children were taken by the train. In the hallway is a young mother with a child up to a year. As soon as he begins to captivate, she quickly squeezes him and distracts him on trains, a horse, something else. The boy is 6 years old, not her.
What is there? The boy asks her at the edge of his voice. (I was at the other end of the car, the door was opened by a click, and then I jumped.)
The child begins to captivate. The girl, pushing him, calmly
These are trucks, trucks.
What are they taking?
The situation repeats
I do not know. Count the wagons?
and once. Two of. Three. The Four...
You have guessed.
He has failed. He started again. He annoyed loudly. He spoke in the real sense of the word.
When he finally stood behind the poor passenger, the door of my neighbor’s coupe opened.
Oh Wadiq, I lost you. I found the whole car.Let us go eat.