It's all one flower.

Earlier the next morning, Kufshenka took two of her brother's supporters and took them to church in the East End.

Brand new sidewalks were planted with salt resistant bovines. It's a young tree, but in the fall, you'll be able to eat dongles. Greening and food procurement. Two birds a stone.

"I hope this tree grows safely"

"Hey."

The dark-haired newspaper tells me, Kufshenka nods. The newspaperman's wife also shook her neck vertically and the cushion she held in front of her chest swayed heavily.

Ubamegashi is a clan of the Fluxinus lord gods Oak (Fluxinus), so they may be cut off by members of the Star Mark (Shigeru).

It was far-sighted that the Church, which had just been rebuilt, would shine in the morning sun and devout people would come out. The morning prayer is over.

... old foot. Bye.

Kufshenka mocked herself and hurried ahead to rely on her wand. The young supporters walk me along to such an old woman's feet. The cows are also planted on the road in front of the church, but so far they are safe.

When the three entered the church, only the clergyman and the young mother with the infant remained.

"Good morning. Priest."

"Good morning. It's been a while, Mr. Store Manager."

The young mother looks uncomfortable beside an exchange of greetings when the two are unusual.

"I'm sorry I got in the way of your story. But it's none of your business, so be patient."

"Me too, is it?

The priest also nods and shows it small. Unexpectedly, he was gently called out by the priest and the old lady of old knowledge, and the young mother looked surprised.

"Actually, I want you to put a job ad on the church bulletin board. I know it's an unpleasant favor, but I'm not a good wacko for anyone..."

"I see. Do you want the right people, as devout as Amiella"

A priest pulls his jaw deep, and leans straight down.

Amiella had taken her father and I to church on Sunday to attend cleaning services and more. The father and daughter have never been seen since that great fire.

Kufshenka, the tailor's manager, wanted to tell her that Amiela was safe, but it came to my mind. I just said, it's not going to turn into something I'll never see again. Khushchenka can be blamed if he is secretly sent out of the Autonomous Region.

Instead of swallowed words, tell them what to do.

"There are two needles. A woman as right in heart as that girl. I'd like to ask you for another job in making brooms."

Are you kidding me?

"Yes. I brought some of the ingredients. Would you mind putting it here?

A newspaperman asks me to lift the sack of hemp I was holding.

Kufshenka supplemented.

"I'd like to ask people who can't work because of something."

"Is that what you're saying? We're happy to help."

I realize that it is the salvation business of the weak people who have shrugged their jobs, and the priest greets them with a full grin.

A young mother saw the three of them with an anxious face. Kufshenka smiles at her mother and tells her what she does.

Set aside the specimens, the sticks to be patterned, the hemp strings that bind the ears and the scissors.

The way it is made is once a week, between the end of Sunday prayer and lunch, a couple of newspaper shoppers come to instruct. Those who participate in the work gather the grass to be made in the Sheeney Green Space and get to the task of making the grass.

If you learn how to make it, cut the hemp string and bring it out, you can work at a convenient time and place, whether it's at home or in a green space.

Ask the church to keep a record of who made how many copies and keep the finished product.

"Rewards bring clothes and food when you pick up the finished product"

"Cheng Cheng...... how about it? You won't be able to train a needle with a breastfeeder, but if you make a needle, you're going to be able to do something about it while she's asleep."

A priest speaks to a young mother.

He raised his face from a crying tired and sluggish baby, and his mother looked at the priest. Are you still in your late teens? The fatigue colour is dark on the face that remains young, and the neighborhood is formed under the eyes. Her hair was sticking a muscle on her blue and white cheeks, blurring her pale face even further.

"Uh, priest. If you could lend me a room in the church, I could take care of my little one only during work..."

"The journey. If you use one of the assembly rooms... but..."

The priest nodded at the newsman's wife's offer, but stared ahead. In fact, I can't predict how many people will get together. If people get killed for a good job, they won't be able to pick it up.

"This will be a story to get into, go to the back.... Viola can stay here as long as you like, so please don't hesitate"

"Yes, thank you. Priest."

The priest turned his loving eyes to his young mother, Viola, and led the three men to the reception room in the back.

The priest told her story when he stopped talking to the couple of newspaper shoppers with questions.

"He's a poor girl."

From the time she went to middle school, her parents forced her daughter to take guests.

I was also made to travel to employee dormitories on factory premises on that big fire day. Since that night, her parents have been missing. There is no chance of survival.

The man who bought her, unfortunately, put her in the dorm for a while, but when he realized her belly was swelling, he kicked her out.

And last month, I had an unknown baby anywhere by myself.

I was able to move into a makeshift house, but my neighbor yelled at me every day "sobbing loudly". Bad milk appearance, the baby becomes weaker and weaker every day.

The neighbor was hired by the factory to work exclusively at night, but did not move to dormitories or apartments to float the rent, and sat in a makeshift.

Mothers and children spend the day in sheeney green spaces and churches.

"Even if the father doesn't know, for that kid, he's just one flesh parent. I'd like to help you both up somehow..."

From before the Great Fire, in the eastern Barack area of the Ristover Autonomous Region, it was a common story.

No one can raise a child, a faithful association had picked up (one) foster care, but now there are many orphans and there is no room for survivors. Wealthy people in estates and rural neighborhoods are not the only ones left unaffected.

"These are the people who want to help you up."

The newspaper man says in tears. My wife covered her face with a handkerchief.

Kufshenka also had chest pain, but at this age she can't be the mother of a dairy drinker.

"You can only do what you can, if you can."

That's what the tailor's manager, Kufshenka, said, and proceeded to talk about needle jobs.