About hostel

Dorm we had exemplary, one kitchen on the floor and shower in the basement. I wake up once in the morning, nothing to eat, nothing to smoke, and I have a birthday, anniversary. Years, probably about 20. The hostel three cripples, all the others had left after the session. Money - five thousand small change, just for a bottle of beer. I bought a bottle, sit happy life. Pasta does not shoot anyone, the more money. And I'm sorry as hell itself. Here in this minor I went to the kitchen to look decent gobies in the ashtray. I went, and there in the pan cooked chicken and ... silence. I instantly pereklinilo hunger, self-pity and hatred to the host chicken. I fished a half-baked chicken, for some reason, stuck it under a T-shirt and ran to his room for a very long corridor. He rushed to her, and immediately closed it ate some reason behind the cupboard. Then I sat on the change - I did not know where to put my bones, I throw them scared, so they hid under the bed. Then I covered the smell of chicken. It seemed to me that the smell of chicken from me, clothes, all the air is permeated with the smell of my room thousands of boiled chicken.
 And then knocked on the door. I'm resigned to the fact that the flavor of chicken meat slipped through the keyhole and gave me the evil and hungry holders eaten birds. I closed my eyes went to the door and opened it.
 Behind the door was upset Gene, one of the three cripples who have left home due to the fact that the ticket home cost about 200 scholarships. Then Gene opened his mouth.
 - Estimate, Marinka, I, that is, we are here to collect money, I went to buy chicken, we wanted to cook it and you give, you have the same birthday, do not you think we should remember. I know it sounds silly, and you, we probably would not believe. But her've stole.