It's all one flower.

Khushchenka, a tailor in the Listwar Autonomous Region, assembled his brother's supporter executive. Open the office with the key you kept.

The MPs themselves were absent, but all the executives responded to the call of their sister Kufushenka. Following a model-to-model greeting, Kufushenka cuts out the business.

"It seems to me what it's like to stall activities because my brother is away. It's time to calm down and resume activities to improve the lives of the Autonomous Communities."

Seven people respond with applause, except those who died in the Barack Street fire.

Kufshenka said, looking around at the executives.

"The inhabitants of the east were distributed with their places of residence and blankets, towels and underwear, but they still don't have enough to feed themselves."

"That's right. All the shops in the east have been burned..."

Across the factory road, various shops of the employee counterpart lined up to form a little shopping district. Four lane roads have become fire zones and factories have been spared burning, but shops and homes have been wiped out. The factory site, which was abandoned due to funding difficulties, was also swept away and zoning was now in progress.

"Living supplies...... now, even if you serve money, it's hard to get things. Donated..."

A sensible executive takes the lead and speaks out his concerns.

Nowadays, with homes that are not baracks, blankets that are not grass knitted rugs, even dressed underwear and towels, they are dramatically better compared to their previous lives. Still, it does not reach minimum standards and does not leave the realm of living in extreme poverty.

Kufshenka smiled and agreed to it.

"Please use the products you have been serving in your home for years without using them. I'll get the clothes I wore when I was younger. You can't wear it at this age anymore."

The air in the field loosens up a lot in that example. Another executive nodded loudly, suggesting that it was finished.

"I hope you donate extra stationery to your school, too, at home or at work"

"Oh, picture books and toys together..."

"Right. Because it's better than not, even if it's almost used. It's important to get it directly into the hands of the children."

With Khushchenka's approval, the proposal becomes lively.

"Then you should also distribute children's clothes at school."

"Ask churches in the East End for distribution of infant clothing"

"What do you do with adult clothes?

That question stops my voice. The said executives looked around together.

Whoever has a job may not come to receive it. I don't go to the wax that distributes each door due to size and other issues. Good clothes can be a takeover. After distribution, it may be stolen. Some fear is stripped away by violence. Even now, the underwear and towels that were dried are gone.

Problems pile up, but no one's got a solution on their mind right away.

"But what about saying we won't do anything until we've decided on all the measures?

In Kufshenka's inquiry, the executives face to face with their neighbors.

Somewhat, an executive who heard about the adult clothes shook his head sideways small.

"Anyway, you can't distribute all of it at once, and you should do it a little bit from what you can, to see how it goes,"

"Yeah, I suppose so. Let's start with stationery and children's clothing and books that can be read by children."

"Well, I'm going to ask the priests to help me,"

"Thanks"

Today, it was dissolved.

As soon as Kufshenka got home, she wrote down the plan on paper.

I am not particularly ill, but I am over ninety years old and it is not strange when you come to pick me up. Whoever sees it, take over this donation business, put it together.

When I wrote it up and looked up, it was completely dark outside the window. Turn your shoulders and loosen your stiffness.

The wall clock usually referred to a time when I was asleep. I have a pendaco and twitching hurts. I wasn't hungry, but I finished lunch and evening meal with water and dried fruit and went into bed.

The next day I didn't open the store and sorted the items I had at home in the morning by purpose of donation.

After a long time, I open the study my brother used. The wind fell through the doors and windows, leaving the dusty air that was staring.

... the day he uses this place, it won't happen again, will it?

Open the desk drawer. I also checked the bookshelves containing the documents and materials, but I found only a few pieces of stationery.

Cut used pages of notebooks and notebooks and spell them into files. Notebooks made only of blank pages were put together in a handbag made of end cuts (calves).

Enter the tailor's store and step on the machine for a long time. An elongated sachet was made to hold the writing fixture together, and then there were five wipe bags.

Enter your bedroom and open it. Two pieces of seasonal clothing were placed on the bed and all but underwear was packed in cardboard boxes. Separate boxes by season and type, such as "winter jacket," and write the contents in large pieces with a thick pen. The lid of the box arranged in the corner of the room was blocked with gum tape, and he sighed (one).

Khushchenka, the old woman, can't carry her out on her own. After the conversation came together, I was just ready to make it easier for my young supporters to carry me.

That's all, it's past noon already.

Finish lunch early, now wrap and box dishes in ancient newspapers. Cardboard boxes placed under the table were filled with only dishes for visitors.

... I'm working too hard, and I'm going to have trouble with my wings falling asleep tomorrow.

I thought about last night and stopped my hand at tea time.

If you sleep tonight, you may not wake up tomorrow morning. I'm not old enough to sleep forever. There is a rush that may pass before entrusting later, but still, there is no more strength left to finish anything in a day. If you can't, that will reduce the remaining marginal lifespan.

Kufshenka washed her hands, brewed herbal tea and quenched her anxiety.

... If you take over, I wrote it on paper yesterday, so it's fine.

I saw the courtyard through the kitchen window. Vanilla to make tea was making the leaves lush with blue.

As a perpetual race, I lived too long. The knowledge and skill of sewing have taken over to Amiela, but I have felt that it is not enough.

... that kid can't go back here anymore. I wonder if she's doing well somewhere.

I sent out my best friend's granddaughter just to have some food and magic. If I hadn't gone off the road, I would have made it through the mountains to some city.

If you are outside the autonomous community of Listwar, you cannot be blamed for having magical objects. What is scary in the present situation is not the demons that can be prevented by the magical objects left behind by the Frisian theme, but the people who have lost everything.

As long as we're alive, we can do something about it.

Amiella was reluctantly afraid to even receive one small pot.

... That kid, that's what he says. Even if you are poorer and poorer at the bottom, you don't greed, and you don't put your hands on other people's things or anything.

In this devastated Nemoralis Republic, I prayed deeply that the virtue would not be her life.