The pot was hot, and the aroma of freshly cooked porridge awakened your appetite. Since there was no one around, you decided to have a snack, and before you had time to look around, the bottom of the pot seemed to be. And then a voice came from him:“Eat, eat... Here, another eater! I'm fed up with this slavery! Why are your eyes bubbling? Porridge got in the wrong throat, or what? Oh, it was good with the monks: cooked porridge - and stay until tomorrow, listen to the chants ... And the soldiers? Company after company, company after company, and give them all supplements! How could Joachim leave me with them…” Hidden story objects: - 1 I'm tired - I'm leaving |