A store of handicrafts. Handcrafted ladies, relaxing like in a warm bath, somnambulously smiling, wander between the stands and buy for angry amounts whole bushes of a variety of goods, even without coming to consciousness.
A young mother was stupidly drawn into this purely female nirvana with her boy boy of five. Mom tried to relax, but the furious child wanted to run and constantly jumped away from her far beyond the other shelves. Finally, she was a little overwhelmed by the constant pursuit of her child, began to read it out loud and demand that the son be around all the time and not run away from her. The son seemed to listen attentively, but, judging by his eyes, in his head a certain thought struggled. When Mommy got tired of mocking him and shut his mouth for a second, he surprisedly asked, "What are you bored without me here?"