Poem

 1 1| because I did not like it. He turned as frigid as winter. Stuffing
 2 2|     You hippy!" he cried, and turned his back on me.~    He stopped
 3 2|       He stopped at the door, turned towards me and added in
 4 3|     Drita and they would have turned up their noses at me whenever
 5 3|     right," I said calmly and turned away from the window. Mira
 6 4|     was listening to him. She turned to me and waited to hear
 7 4|     to accept just any job. I turned towards him, sensing from
 8 4|      of me for a moment, then turned and went off into his bedroom.
 9 5|  Giving me a quick glance, he turned to my mother.~    "Did anyone
10 5|  interrupted dryly. My father turned to me, his heavy eyebrows
11 7|        He studied me and then turned away and began to walk down
12 7|  booth. Quite unexpectedly he turned towards me and said:~    "
13 7|  little apart from them. Mira turned towards me and said to her
14 7|  alone. Mira looked at me and turned to her father, saying:~    "
15 8|      him in silence. His face turned redder and was already covered
16 8|     down, Demo!" she said and turned to me. "What is wrong with
17 8|     of pain and suffering and turned away. My mother, unnerved,