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2. When I first came to the city, Wenka always waited anxiously for a letter from her mother. As soon as she received the letter, she couldn't wait to open it and read it greedily. Half a year later, he has been listlessly opening the letter, with a sarcastic smile on his face-the old contents of the letter need not be seen before. Mother sends a letter every week, which always starts with the same thing: "My dear baby Xiaowenka, good morning (or evening)! This is my mother writing to you, greeting you cordially and bringing you my best wishes, wishing you health and happiness. The first thing I want to tell you in this short message is, thank God, I am alive and healthy, which is also your wish. I am anxious to tell you that my life is quite good ... "There is no difference at the end of each letter:" The letter is coming to an end, my good son, I beg you, and I pray to God, don't mix with bad people, don't drink vodka, respect the elderly and take good care of yourself. You are my only relative in this world. If anything happens to you, I will definitely not live. That's the end of the letter. Looking forward to your reply, good son, kiss you, your mother. " Therefore, Wenka only reads the middle paragraph of the letter. While reading, I frowned contemptuously and felt incomprehensible about my mother's interest in life. It's all trivial things. What neighbor's sheep got into Pasca Voroenzo's garden and ate all his cabbages? What Wallika Utesheva did not marry Stepan Roshkin, but married Colica Zameia King; What store has finally delivered a tight little headscarf-this headscarf is here, in the city, as many as you want. Wenka threw the letter she had read into the bedside table, and then forgot all about it until she received the next letter from her mother, full of tears, which as usual begged him to write a reply for God's sake.

3. Wenka stuffed the letter she just received into her pocket, crossed the dormitory corridor that became noisy after work, and walked into her room. I got paid today. The boys are going to the streets: busy ironing shirts and trousers, asking who is going where, having a date with whom and so on. Vinca deliberately took off her clothes slowly, took a shower and changed clothes. When everyone in the room was gone, he locked the door and sat down at the table. From his pocket, he took out the notebook and ballpoint pen he bought after he got paid for the first time, opened a blank page and meditated ... Just an hour ago, he met an acquaintance from his hometown on his way back to the dormitory. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the fellow villager asked Wenka about his salary and living conditions, then shook his head with reproach and said, "You should send some money to your mother. Winter is just around the corner At home, people have to transport firewood, chop and saw. Your mother only has her little pension ... You know that. " Wenka naturally knows. He bit his lip and carefully wrote a number: 126 in the middle of the top of the white paper. Then he drew a vertical line from top to bottom, wrote "expenditure" on the top of the left column and "number" on the right column. He pondered for a moment, took the calendar and calculated how many days remained before the advance, then wrote: 12 in the left column and a multiplication sign and the number 4 in the right column, and got a total of 48. After that, I wrote much faster: paying off debts-1, buying pants-3, saving-2, movies, dancing, etc.-4 days, 2 rubles for L days-8, and the remaining-1 rubles. Vinca snorted. 1 rubles. It's outrageous to send such a sum to my mother. The villagers will laugh. He touched his chin and resolutely crossed out the word "surplus" and changed it to "petty cash", muttering in his heart, "Wait until you get an advance salary next time." He put down the ballpoint pen, put the notepad in his pocket, stretched himself and remembered his mother's letter. He looked at his watch with a yawn, took out the envelope, opened it and took out the writing paper. When he unwrapped the writing paper, a three-rouble note gently fell on his lap.