[Grandfather and the hot time]

During fifteen years my grandfather doesn’t speak, he says only "I can’t." Today seeing me enter the room he stood up, went out, looked towards the wood and said. "Why the wind, the hot one, is not blowing?" After he kicked that he wouldn’t eat pancakes, because he wasn’t a student. Grandmother was putting a clean bandage on her cheek and praying to stand to the spring. She was living in her garden. Grandfather brought in an armful of wood. As a quite normal man.