[16:34:05] Oksana: I am standing at the plate all in pain. The kids are running in the corridor. A bell at the door. I stumbled and rattled, running to the door. At this point, the children share a taburet under the entrance door. I am sorry: go away! Get out of the door!! to
[16:34:29] Oksana: I can see in the eye a merchant with a bag of potatoes knocking at our door.