摘要: There is a tense, brittle air about that house. The children seem subdued, and move as if afraid to draw attention themselves. wife wears fixed, determinedly cheerful expression on her face, while eyes remain haunted, desperate . Another part of the city In tiny, dirty little hut, ricevessel empty once again. are crying, shrinking against flimsy walls shrill, bitter notes their mother’s voice clashes with slurred, fumbling speech father. Their parents engaged in yet another quarrel, because father drunk But here, woman hard, resigned look. This isn’t anything new. Men come home drunk, they throw pay after those bottles — it way world, one must accept life finds it.