Sunlight In a poor district near Lima a young man out of his house — a tiny house with a plastic roof. He looks at the morning sky. Another day without sunshine. The weather has been terrible lately. He can't remember the last time he saw the sun. Heavy grey clouds fill the sky, and his heart feels cold with sadness. No sunshine when she's gone, he thinks. Only darkness every day. And she didn't call for so long. He wonders if she's gone forever. He tries to imagine life without her. What if she stays there, in Madrid, cleaning houses of the rich? He turns as he hears a noise; one of the kids wakes up. They miss her a lot. The house is not a home without her. Every day they ask "When is mummy coming home?" What can he say? Once. Soon, my child. "And why isn't she here, dad?" Why? Due to the fact that they need money, and no jobs, and there she can earn in a day, how much you earn here in a month. Not easy to feed five hungry children. But not so easy to live without a mother. He sighs. Time to Wake them up and prepare for school. He knows many people who send their children to work, to wash cars or to beg, but she always said that her children must get an education. But it's hard. He misses her, too. He misses her smile, her voice, the songs that she sings, even when things look black. And he knows that she loves him. But why didn't she call? Maybe she forgot them. Maybe she decided to stay there. Maybe she found someone else. He feels that he is ready to cry, but he can't. Not in the presence of children. The dog starts to bark. He returned to the house to start another day. Suddenly a ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds and lights up the doorway as well as Verenikina steps through the door. He feels the warm sun on his back. Little girl just woke up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. She looks just like her mother. She yawns, and he hears his mother's voice. He hears his name, "Nacho! Nacho!" Veronica says? Behind him he hears footsteps. He turns around. The sun is too bright, and he can't see clearly. He puts his hand to his eyes, and then thinks: "I woke up! I'm still dreaming!" But then Veronica yells, "Mom!" And he knows that sometimes dreams come true.
Kirovohrad regional Museum based on the collections of the first in the Kirovograd Museum real rural schools, 1883. Since 1929, the Museum is housed in the House of merchant Bar. The building itself has a historic value and is an architecture monument in the style of early modernism. The Museum collection contains more than 80 thousand items, which reflect the history of the region from ancient times to the present. On a permanent basis working 4 exposure: Nature edge Weapons in the history of mankind, the Edge of my kirovogradshchina in the years of the 2nd world war, Chernobyl: the pain, the anxiety. Takes place annually more than 40 exhibitions, created based on own collections, private collections and cultural centers of Ukraine and abroad. The pride of the collection is a collection of antiquities, curiosities, private collector A. Ilyin: archaeological finds, paintings and icons.
In a poor district near Lima a young man out of his house — a tiny house with a plastic roof. He looks at the morning sky. Another day without sunshine. The weather has been terrible lately. He can't remember the last time he saw the sun.
Heavy grey clouds fill the sky, and his heart feels cold with sadness. No sunshine when she's gone, he thinks. Only darkness every day. And she didn't call for so long. He wonders if she's gone forever. He tries to imagine life without her. What if she stays there, in Madrid, cleaning houses of the rich?
He turns as he hears a noise; one of the kids wakes up. They miss her a lot. The house is not a home without her. Every day they ask "When is mummy coming home?" What can he say? Once. Soon, my child. "And why isn't she here, dad?" Why? Due to the fact that they need money, and no jobs, and there she can earn in a day, how much you earn here in a month. Not easy to feed five hungry children. But not so easy to live without a mother.
He sighs. Time to Wake them up and prepare for school. He knows many people who send their children to work, to wash cars or to beg, but she always said that her children must get an education.
But it's hard. He misses her, too. He misses her smile, her voice, the songs that she sings, even when things look black. And he knows that she loves him.
But why didn't she call? Maybe she forgot them. Maybe she decided to stay there. Maybe she found someone else. He feels that he is ready to cry, but he can't. Not in the presence of children.
The dog starts to bark. He returned to the house to start another day.
Suddenly a ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds and lights up the doorway as well as Verenikina steps through the door. He feels the warm sun on his back. Little girl just woke up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. She looks just like her mother. She yawns, and he hears his mother's voice. He hears his name, "Nacho! Nacho!" Veronica says? Behind him he hears footsteps. He turns around. The sun is too bright, and he can't see clearly. He puts his hand to his eyes, and then thinks: "I woke up! I'm still dreaming!" But then Veronica yells, "Mom!" And he knows that sometimes dreams come true.