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...
They are neighbors clothes-lines. A child and a girl in each one. I wish they are so neighboring as the clothes-lines and, as well as the clothes-lines play with the same breeze, they play in the same street. Life is more entertaining at open air....