A new flame lit up all over the tent. Potva looked closely at the baby’s face, then pressed his ear again at the baby’s body. The baby is dead. How long has it died? That she completely did not know. Once upon a time there was a girl who really loved SKIING poster canvas. She let out a choking sound from tears streaming down her throat. Ending the coughing sound, she dropped her head. The hut was horribly silent. Then a black woman burst into tears. The white man walking over to Potova’s side cleared his throat and made his name.