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Sang Na, the fisherman's wife, sat by the fire to mend a broken sail. The cold wind roared outside, and the rough waves beat against the coast and splashed. There is a storm on the sea, and it is dark and cold outside, but this fisherman's hut is warm and comfortable. The ground has been swept clean, the fire in the stove has not been extinguished, and the tableware is shining on the shelf. On the bed with white curtains, five children fell asleep quietly in the sea breeze. My husband went out to sea in a boat early in the morning and hasn't come back yet. Sang Na listened to the roar of the waves and the roar of the wind, feeling jumpy.

The old clock struck dumb ten times, eleven times ... her husband never came back. Sang Na mused: regardless of her health, her husband braved the cold and storm to go fishing. She worked from morning till night, barely filling her stomach. Children have no shoes to wear, running around barefoot in winter and summer; I ate brown bread and only fish. But, thank God, the children are still healthy. There is nothing to complain about. Sang Na listened to the sound of the storm. "Where is he now? God bless him, save him and have mercy! " She said to herself and drew a cross on her chest.

It's still early for bed. Sauna stood up, wrapped in a thick scarf on her head, and went out with a lantern. She wanted to see if the light on the lighthouse was on and if she could see her husband's boat. Nothing can be seen at sea. The wind lifted her scarf, rolled up the scraped things and knocked on the door of the neighbor's cabin. Sang Na remembered the sick neighbor she was going to visit in the evening. "Nobody cares about her!" Sang Na thought and knocked on the door. She listened sideways, but no one answered.

"The widow's life is really hard!" Sang Na stood at the door and thought, "Although there are not many children-only two, she went alone, and now she is ill. Alas, the widow's life is really sad! Go in and have a look! "

Sang Na knocked on the door again and again, but no one answered.

"Hey, Simon!" Sang Na let out a cry and thought, unless what's the matter? She flung the door open.

There is no stove in the room, it is wet and cold. Sang Na raised his lantern to see where the patient was. The first thing that caught my eye was a bed facing the door, and her female neighbor was lying on her back. She doesn't move. Only dead people look like this. Sang Na held the lantern closer. Yes, it is Simon. She leaned her head back, her cold and blue face showed the silence of death, and a pale and stiff hand hung on the straw bed as if trying to catch something. Next to the dead mother, two very young children were asleep, both with curly hair and round faces, covered with old clothes, curled up, and their small heads with light yellow hair were tightly close together. Apparently, when her mother died, she covered them with her own clothes and wrapped their little feet with an old headscarf. The child breathes evenly and calmly, and sleeps sweetly.

Sang Na wrapped the sleeping child in a headscarf and carried it home. Her heart beat so violently that she didn't know why she did it, but she felt she had to. She put two sleeping children on the bed, let them sleep with their own children, and quickly closed the curtains.

Sang Na was pale and excited. She thought nervously, "What will he say? Is this a joke? His five children are enough for him ... is he here? ..... no, not yet! ..... why did you bring them here? .................................................................................................................................................................................. deserved it, I deserved it ... Well, beat me up! "

The door creaked as if someone had come in. Sang Na a surprised, stood up from his chair.

"No, no one! God, why would I do that? ..... What should I tell him now? ..... "Sang Na thoughtfully, sitting in front of the bed for a long time.

The door suddenly opened and a fresh sea breeze rushed into the room. The burly fisherman came in dragging his wet and tattered fishing net and said, "Hey, Sang Na, I'm back!" " "

"Oh, it's you!" Sang Na stood up, afraid to lift his eyes to see him.

"Look, such a night! It's terrible! "

"Yes, yes, the weather is terrible! Oh, how about fish? "

"Bad, too bad! Nothing was hit and the net was torn. Shit! What terrible weather! I can hardly remember when there was such a night, let alone fishing! Thank god, I finally came back alive. ..........., I'm not here. What are you doing at home? "

The fisherman said, dragging the net into the house and sitting by the fire.

"Me?" Sang Na turned pale and said, "I'm worried about you in ......................................................................................................................................................................!"

"Yes, yes," murmured the husband, "this weather is damn it! But what can I do! "

The two men were silent for a while.

"Do you know?" Sang Na said, "Our neighbor Simon is dead."

"oh? When? "

"I don't know, it was probably yesterday. Alas! What a tragic death she died! Both children fell asleep beside her. They are too small ... One can't talk yet, and the other can only crawl ... "Sang Na was silent.

The fisherman frowned and his face became serious and worried. "Well, it's a problem!" He scratched his head and said, "Well, what do you think? We have to bring them here. We can't stay with the dead! Oh, we, we can always get through this! Let's go Don't wait for them to wake up. "

But Sang Na sat still.

"What's the matter with you? Don't think what's wrong with you, Sang Na? "

"Look, here they are." Sang Na opened the curtains.