A boy with proud and labourer father moves on as usual, working in agricultural sector, However a day will change their life. They lose their work because of unemployment is accompanied by industrialization and difficulties that show up during Worl...
A summer day that wind is not blowing as dust exit as even if we live in dust and dirt.Jobs we have done are always same. There is no such thing as resting and there would'nt be.We are working in discipline.We got up before sunrise,They give two bread and a milk.After that we take grubbers,we knuckle down in a trice.It is our business to plough,irragate in here. Uncle Jack told me that I should water flowers.I feel sorry for him by the reason of not having enough money to bring up a family.He was still standing despite everything. I like watering most among all these works.Watering means to smell flowers and I love flowers,too.A creature kicked up a dust in this place which wind doesn't blow suddenly.It was something and something was strange.
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I summoned my father at sight.They were ruining the field. Do they have rights? One man come to me and said:There is no need for you,We got it.You can go home...So it is my business and there is no need for me .
