Chat in English (英語で雑談) Part 150
I couldn't understand why they compare the relationship of them with others.
I think the "the source of some thought" should be at least clear.
I'm sorry if I could have read and write easily, things must have been different.
When I was in an unknown country, a shabby woman was wandering the town with a scarcely clothed baby.
It was a late cold winter night. She saw a house still lit in window, it was where she was going to.
The woman knocked the door. A housekeeper carrying a bowl of masters sewage noticed the sound. Looked the woman through a door hole.
The housekeeper opened the door slightly, saw the baby weakened, examined the baby for a while.
"Pity. if you wish a milk for this baby. you want to drink up this medicine first..."
The housekeeper showed the bowl.
The bowl had started to smell ammoniac. The baby was getting to be cold.
The woman spilled a name of divine, drinked the bowl to the bottom, being choked, knelt down, begged a marcy.
The housekeeper was watching through, her tone had changed.
"Now... there will be a few I can do."
She went into the house for a while, came back with a warmed milk in her cup.
Then smiling to the woman and the baby, poured it into the ground.
"Oops, now this baby wants to suck the ground..."
Loud laughter followed from inside the house.
The woman realized that the baby had gone.
I think the "the source of some thought" should be at least clear.
I'm sorry if I could have read and write easily, things must have been different.
When I was in an unknown country, a shabby woman was wandering the town with a scarcely clothed baby.
It was a late cold winter night. She saw a house still lit in window, it was where she was going to.
The woman knocked the door. A housekeeper carrying a bowl of masters sewage noticed the sound. Looked the woman through a door hole.
The housekeeper opened the door slightly, saw the baby weakened, examined the baby for a while.
"Pity. if you wish a milk for this baby. you want to drink up this medicine first..."
The housekeeper showed the bowl.
The bowl had started to smell ammoniac. The baby was getting to be cold.
The woman spilled a name of divine, drinked the bowl to the bottom, being choked, knelt down, begged a marcy.
The housekeeper was watching through, her tone had changed.
"Now... there will be a few I can do."
She went into the house for a while, came back with a warmed milk in her cup.
Then smiling to the woman and the baby, poured it into the ground.
"Oops, now this baby wants to suck the ground..."
Loud laughter followed from inside the house.
The woman realized that the baby had gone.
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