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Beggars and bread are happy

Was born. Mama's boobs full of milk and her lips. And happy.

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We walk on the street with my brother. The frost is cracking. Snow underfoot creak is given. Mother cut a piece of bread. We're eating in the cold. And happy.

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I bought a biscuit in the school canteen for 11-cents. Soft such, fragrant, sweet. In the mouth melts. And happy.

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A compote from dried fruits drank. And then each fruit and berry individually with fingers from a glass you choose, only to you of the lead order and eat with pleasure. And happy.

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They sent for bread. While he was carrying home, he slowly ate all the crust, ate. Delicious. And happy.

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I drank the boiling water and left a small piece of bread. Do not rush and delay the moment when it should be eaten. And then, on a little crumb, you pinch it, put it in your mouth, and in the memory of your mother's patties with potatoes, cake "eclair".

Dissolving in the mouth, another crumb of bread, it's so delicious. And happy.

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Granny with some kind of tenderness and love in her eyes, gently pulls the crumbs off the table. Shakes them in another palm, set to the edge of the table. So deliciously collects and throws into your mouth. He smiles. And happy.

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"Would you like to taste fresh lobsters or poached oysters incredibly tender?"

"Do you have any bread?"

- There is.

And happy.

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Today was an unusually difficult day. There was no time to eat. On the move, only a piece of bread. And happy.

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And I remembered suddenly.

Father after dinner, when everyone has already eaten everything, asks:

- Are you full?

- Yes.

"Do you want some bread?"

And happy.

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

A source: CypLIVE