A terrible story from one forum with the preservation of all the signs:
He picked up (a long time ago) atonia, laid it on the table and went to the kitchen for coffee. I come. The younger daughter took him and looked at him. The cold horror grabbed my heart. Probably something in my voice was like this... Shortly, when I (with a bowl in my hand) asked the bowl to put the phone in place, she in horror dropped it to the floor (half-picked). I fell out of fear! She stumbled and came up to him...