IneedtobuyashoeItwasalateAutumnevening,Thewindwhirledthe
leavesaboutthestreet.flewpeoplewalkedintheroadandoccas
ionallyaflewbirdsflewoverthedeadtrees.Amanofabout45
waswalkingdownthestreetwithacane.Hewaswearingaveryo
ldbutstillcleanmilitaryuniform.oneoflegswasemptyleavin
gonlytrousertube,Hewalkoncrutchandanotherleg.Hewalked
hardlytothedoorofashoe''sshop.Stopped,hesitatingaflewmi
nutes,Thanhereachedintooneofhispocketstofellthesmall
bill.“canIhelpyou?|”theownerofthestoreaskedhim.“MayI
haveashoe?justoneshoe.”saidtheman.“sorry,solder,shoessho
uldbroughtapair”.saidtheowner.“Iknow,butIcan’taffordap
air”themanloweredhisheadandwhispered.thanheturnedto
leavesaidly.Meanwhile,hisStomachwasgrowingwithhunger.It’s
gettingdark.Thelonemancontinuedtostaggeringdownthestreet
.It’sgettingdark.Atthatmoment,voicecamefrombehindhim
:“pleasestopandwaitforme!”It’stheshopownerhimself!Hesa
id:“solder,IhavemadeanimportantdecisionthatIcansellon
eofmyshoestoyouandgiveyouabestdiscount.”Atthatmome
nt,theorangelampsinthestreetlitup.thesoldiersalutedtheshopkeeper. |
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