There is a heap of dry foliage at the scene. Fellow in the raincoat with the bag on his shoulder reads a book. Fellow looks freezed up. He turns the page, looks at the hall, walks few steps, reads again. Voices of children, the squeal, the foliage rusting heard.
The elderly woman with a provision bag appears.
Woman (shows to the hall): Excuse me, are they your children? Fellow: Yes. Woman: Why are they not dressed? Fellow (gently): You are wrong. Woman: They are without caps and jackets! Fellow: But they are in pullovers, trousers and shoes. Woman: You think, they could walk without trousers!.. You let them catch cold, and then you will regret! Fellow: No. Woman: Why not, the air is so cold! Fellow: Your children, are they ailing? Woman: My daughter is grown up. Fellow: And your grand-children? Woman: Glory to God, I have no grand children. Fellow: Say to your daughter, that you will help her, and they appear! Woman: What for? If they make a baby, they should to look after their child themselves! Fellow: You don't like children, do you? Woman: I don't like them! (goes away)