cold little hand force to friction crimson cheeks

"Where, not later!" Huo Huoer looking outside the room to answer. "Came from?"
"Of course you are Ba Weier Mikhail Pavlovich mother? Hello! My name is Natasha ..."
"Parent name?" Mother asked.
"West also Pavlovna where you do?"  "Well, we know ..."
"Look!" Wei Tan like a mother to be a cry, a smile looking at this girl.
Huo Huoer help her take off your coat, asked her:
"Cold?"
"Cold outside! Wind ..."
Her voice was mellow and Chen Xi, a small mouth, a little swelled, her whole body rounded and healthy. Off his coat, she immediately used her pair of red wind was cold little hand force to friction crimson cheeks. Long thick boots marching followed by very loud to the floor, hastily entered the house the morning to.
"Do not even wear overshoes!" The idea flashed in her mother heart.
"Yes ah!" Girl trembling, prolonged voice. "Frozen, oh!"
"I'll be burning stove to go!" Mother walked into the kitchen."Moment to come ..."
She felt the girl she has long been recognized, early on she seemed like a good mother with a sort of love and pity, she continued with a smile, listening to the conversation inside the room.
"Why are you so bored that Huo Deka?" The girl asked.
"Well, - is. Huohuo Er whispered answer." The mother's eyes is very nice, I think my mother probably have such eyes. I often think of a mother, I felt old, she probably still alive. "
"Did not you say she dead?"