Mrs. Molly Madson was going along the winding path. She had a big bag in her hands. She was returning from the shop.
Soon she saw a small nice cottage. It was her home. Mrs. Madson pushed the door and came in.
Her living-room was very clean. There was a big table with a clean tablecloth and a vase with fruits. Also there were a light box in the corner of the room and a fireplace with a candle in old candlestick and a lot of photos of Mrs. Madson` s nephews on it.
The old woman smiled. Here is a little John tucked up in his bed.
"Oh, John was very bouncy child!" - said Mrs. Madson regretfully.
And it is Jack with his intimate friend Willy. It`s Mary with her husband. Poor girl! She makes both ends meet, because salary of her husband is very small. But they want to buy a house. It`s their firm decision. Mrs. Madson looked to Mary`s photo an spoke regretfully:
"She is so unhappy!"
Then Mrs. Madson took the alarm clock from the shelf and wound it. The old lady smiled. She liked order.
Mrs. Madson went to the kitchen. She took a cup full of milk and spoon full of medicine. But suddenly she saw something and dropped a cup and a spoon. It was horrible. She was crying very loudly. There was a body of young woman lying in the corner of the kitchen.