The night is full of shock and silence , the alleys are quiet and cold, the children are thirsty for touching the warm hands of a man, his heart is as big as the sky like the sea , in the city of Nanjibi, which is full of wolf howling
, his pain is so great for his proud heart, which is only a well in the city, which has become a stone of patience, but the children know that the father does not get tired, the bag of kindness is always on his shoulders,
but one sad morning , one of their months. He stole one of the black men of the stories, the cruel hand of the time burned their dreams, what a bitter and dark night, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the eyes of the children, the pain is
so great for his proud heart that there is only one well in the city, which has become a stone of patience, but the children know that the father does not get tired, you are always a burden of kindness. On his shoulders