There the trousers go! There the jacket of the tracksuit goes! It looks like they can hols themselves up, their weight makes possible they not to fall down from the rail down. There the underpants go...
The clothes-line below, that is man’s one, goes out out to greet its mother who hungs up in the clothes-line from above. There is one more clothes-line, but it does not speak....
Luckily they are not! Since we were going to light the clothes, then!?...
A hard-working clothes-line woman worried enough with arriving to the end of month, she has not flirtations with the nylons, the underwear looks like buyed in a supermarket or a street market. There is no time to wash the rag apart. There is so much...
Four bibs to feed the child. It would terrible that the child had thrown a tantrum that had stained not only these four bibs, but also the pajamas of the mother. Every meal one pajama and four bibs...