He approached his mother's side, and he sat down side by side, his head nearly hug his arms, hugging him. But he pushed his hand against a mother's shoulder, mouth shouted:
"Mom - faster! ..."
"You silly child!" Live in his mother to stop the resistance, a sad and said softly.
"There - I want to smoke, show me the old man's pipe! ..." Ba Weier barely turning lose control of the tongue, grumbling cried.
This is his first drink. Vodka makes him weak body weakness, but he did not lose consciousness, his head constantly pouring a question:
"Drunk yet? Drunk it?"
Mother's caress, made him feel ashamed. Her eyes filled with sorrow, that his soul has never moved. His cry, in order to restrain the impulse to live this idea, he deliberately put more powerful than just drunkenness.
Mother stroking his sweat-drenched hair disheveled, said quietly:
"This is not something you should do ..."
He was throwing up.
After severe vomiting, the mother put it on his bed, put a wet towel on his pale forehead. He gradually woke up to the wine, but his whole body and all the body, as if the waves are like waves sloshing in there constantly. Eyelids feel heavy, mouth feel that there is a nameless bitterness. He looked at his mother from the eyelashes between the large face, random thought:
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