Because of the table we would not argue. It was soon realized that the communal breakfast saved money. The breakfast - a sip of coffee standing by the hearth and the piece of bread half consumed on the stairs and the other half on the street - demanded a stomach scam at ten o'clock, and afterwards a small jug. This meal, which the Englishmen did not even know by name, was called knife breakfast at our place, apparently because only the knife came into action. One should not eat with the knife - "but with what do you eat after the sauce ?!"
This second breakfast was granted to Billy as long as he had to content himself with the sip of black coffee at home. But his wife would soon find out that a sumptuous breakfast table was purchased for the whole family, so filling that you can not eat until noon.
In the family breakfast was the most beautiful meal. Everything was refreshed by the sleep, the room comfortable, fresh ventilated and warm. The whole table was staffed with food. First, everyone had an apple. And then the mother hands out the oatmeal, this wonderful food that owes the whole area its energetic people, its size and its welfare. But we would put the porridge well prepared and hope to convert all to cocks. What good is the oats-fed, beautiful cocks that we are so proud of! The Corcorans should also get "dry" heads, expressive faces.