Why is SLEEPING child
This material came in the mail, after reading it I realized it must be placed if not in the content of our website but to try to convey to the masses, to open the eyes of sleeping and not seeing the obvious!
In the underpass near the metro station sits a woman of indeterminate age.
Pass in stride and thirty, and twenty-three, and forty-two. Hair women’s matted and dirty, his head lowered in sorrow.
Before the woman spat on the floor transition is a bag. In the bag of compassionate citizens throwing money. And would not cast, right at the hands of a woman holding
significant “argument” in favor of the fact that her money is necessary. In the hands of women sleeping child two years. He’s in a dirty hat, once white, in a sports suit. Transition – the place is quite busy. And flows an endless stream of human crowd, and rings a small thing in the bag, and the rustle of banknotes.
I walked past a woman about a month. I guessed who the money donated numerous passers-by. How to say how much is written, but our people like this – compassionate.
Compassionately, to tears. Ready our people to give the shirt off his last penny out of his pocket to shake. Filed such an “unfortunate” – and I feel that you still not so bad. Helped, kind of. Good deed done …
I walked past beggars month. Not filed because didn’t want my money that rascal bought a brick one, but was inserted into the wall of a new house-Palace
his. Let it be a hole in the wall, this villain. No bricks from me. But, judging by how the beggar was served, the owner had it for several houses-palaces.
Well, the beggar something to be gained, of course. A bottle of vodka for the evening, Yes Shawarma. The owners of these “points” have a lot of begging, but differ greed. And brutality. On that and keeps their superdohodny business. On the money on fear. None of them put a coin in a bag doesn’t know what “to stand” the place of the Vladimir Cathedral near impossible, and walking through the subway cars with the same dull stringy “I’m sorry you obrashaysya” costs from $ 20 per day . Or – knows? In this case – knows and delivers?
None of Dobryakov, sacrificing “the Madonna and child”, not think of another issue. Over one mismatch, literally eye-catching.
After a month of walking past a beggar, I suddenly received an electric shock, and I, staying in a crowded crossing, stared at the kid, invariably dressed in a dirty sports suit. I realized that it seemed to be “ wrong ”, if you can call “correct” being a child in a dirty underpass from morning to evening.
The child slept. Neither sob nor cry. Sleep, burying his face in the knee, who seemed to his mother. The beggar raised his eyes at me.
Our eyes met. I bet she realized that I realized…
Any of you, dear readers, have any children? Remember how often they slept in the age of 1-2-3 years? An hour, two, maximum three (not consecutive)
daytime sleep, and again – the movement . For the entire month of everyday of my walking on the transition, I have never seen a child awake!
I looked at the little man, buried in the knee “mom”, and my terrible suspicion gradually formed in confidence.
– Why is he sleeping all the time? ” I asked, staring at the child.
Beggar pretended that didn’t catch. She lowered her eyes and wrapped myself up in a collar worn jacket. I repeated the question. Again the woman looked up. She looked somewhere behind my back. In her opinion clearly legible tired irritation mixed with complete detachment. I first saw this view. View creatures from another planet.
– Go… – she said only with his lips.
– Why is he sleeping. – I was almost shouting…
Back someone put a hand on my shoulder. I looked around. A man with a typical person working at the nearby factory was disapprovingly Harel grey brows:
– why are You stuck to it? See – and so the life she… Ah… On here, my daughter, ” the man shook out his huge fist coin.
Beggar crossed himself, picturing the face of humility and universal grief. The man removed the paw from my shoulder, walked to the exit transition.
House he will tell how he defended the oppressed, the poor, obezdolennye woman from the villain in an expensive sheepskin.
The policeman who came to me in the next day, put it almost as much as his ” ward ” the beggar.
And to your question I have received exhaustive:
– Went in…
And the child slept…
I called in a favor. This is a fun and fun-loving man with eyes-black olives. He hardly finished the third grade, and reads with difficulty. A complete lack of education does not prevent him to move on
the streets of the city on very expensive cars and live in the house with countless Windows, turrets, and balconies. Friend was quite surprised by my confidence that all without exception are similar to the business in control of his nationality.
I learned that in Kiev beggars “hold” and Moldovans, and Ukrainians. Moreover, the first specialize mainly on “people”. We often see them at crossings and traffic lights, literally scurrying under the wheels of cars. Imaginary Afghans “work” and also in the subway.
All sorts of “sick”, with a limp and “who came to do the surgery” run with equal success by both the Ukrainians and Gypsies. Business that, despite its apparent spontaneity, clearly organized. Supervised begging to organized crime, and money thrown to hungry passers-by in a bag “disadvantaged disabled” go “up”. And, so “up” that is, find out about this compassionate passerby, he would have fainted from surprise. Children take it in the “rent” families of alcoholics, or simply steal . But that’s all they say, the flowers.
I needed to get the answer to the question – why is sleeping child . And I got it. And, my friend Gypsy uttered the phrase, plunged me into shock, casual, calm voice.
How about the weather said:
– Or heroin, or vodka …
I was dumbfounded. “Who’s on heroin? Who – vodka?!”
it ’ s Child. That didn’t hurt. Her with him to sit all day, I imagine he may get bored?
To ensure that the child slept all day, pumped up with vodka . Or – drug. Of course, that children’s bodies are not able to cope with such a shock. And children often die . The worst – sometimes die during the day, among the “business day”. And imaginary mother should be sitting with a dead child in her arms until the evening. Those are the rules. And passers-by walk past, and throw the thing in the bag, and believe that doing the honorable thing. Help “single mother” of…