seemed to become a loose soft cloud, but it is important to mention that in any case it would not transform a small Italian town into a hot, sizzling Venus, as it usually happens in metropolitan areas. With the sunset the life didn't stop as any other day. The children were running all over audibly and high-pitched yelping. A bonny women in a white apron covering her old black dress caught one of them calling for nanny. The next moment two of them picked up the boy in light white clothes and pulled him into the yard of their house. Could not help laughing and continua being in the game, the boy swallowing laughter said: Mom, I do not want to! And again filled with laughter.
The smell of crushed dark grapes in the summer air in the giant oak vessel seemed to be the most fresh and pleasurable. Little boys in their five and seven years were stepping from foot to foot, stomping and hopping in a barrel, timbering serenely. Their tuneful clinking was audiele from inside the house where an old woman was preparing the house for the night. She had not really nice temper always grumbling at the noizy kids. But their naughty antics, dirty clothes, scattered toys, undressed beds, stupid laugh and cunning eyes made her feel important. At off beat evenings like this children's` chime laughter made an unconscious smile shame facedly appear on her sear lips.
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