Then he's her cut Dume," Ruben growled. it!" Dasan dragged Ruben to the front. Kamalus' stood guard at the back door. Hearing this measure, the lights in the house went out. Noises included. "Susamma - Kusama!" Ruben knocked lightly on the front door. "Who is it tonight?" "Susamma sighed in a low * sleepy voice." One - open the door "he called her Nisa in a passionate voice. "Thunder will fall, people! Go to the stomach! Let him call his mother! Sister will raise the gold!" Susamma scolded in a low stressed voice. The sound of saree making feet imprinting on the floor.
A whisper - then silence … Suddenly in the back, "Come on Loi, Puda Loi's camel's cries. He hid his hand and hid it. Only Kushi. This is the first time in his life he has kicked someone It was a long daydream for him to be slapped in the eye, and it came true. "Brothers, leave, I will not come here again! Nathan pleaded. The bowed hand was bowed. Graduation does not rob us. When Walter had enough, he trampled the toys on his bald head. "Let's tie the knot in the middle of the town - let's pack all the toys!" Ruben growled.
Bhoothanathan was standing naked when Dasan came to them. His hands were tied behind his back. Push and came in our city! Ruben shouted. “Thambi, Thambi - from now on. Bhoothanathan cried. Dasan approached Bhoothanathan. When Ruben jumped on Dasan, Dasan stepped on him and pushed him away. He grabbed Kamalus by the neck and threw him into the water. Walter tilted his head like a buffalo and ran furiously towards Walter. "I would have killed Come there!"”
He untied Bhoothanathan. He untied the knot he had tied and threw it at Face. "Go on, don't come here for the fish business anymore!" In the evening. To the west the sun shone like a light blue aurora borealis. The sea was as calm as a pool and its young waves were playing on the shore. Vincent and the boys like him wandered the next day to catch the murmur fish buried on the shore for the bait.
A middle-aged man was throwing prey bait into the sea. Dasan was sitting cross-legged in Michael's backyard. The nylon net of shrimp stretched over his black legs. He was repairing it. He sighed slightly. The sweet smell of the young men who drank at noon hit him in the nostrils and made him kind of persuade the old woman Silversu. So, it is almost certain that Sylvie and he will get married in the month of May.
