story

The tramp was coming to see you, you looked at him, the boy was not dressed well, because you are a model, and he is nobody. After some time, screams were heard in the darkness, the tramp walked on that winter evening, back, quietly in the courtyard. He heard shouting in the side and quickly rushed there, and to that girl, to that model, a drunken crowd stuck. The tramp was lost, but quickly he came to, the blow followed the target and the crowd was already lying. The model lit from a fear, the tramp looking again in the eyes, then saying "thank you", she cried more than ever. The tramp began to leave and she then said in response: "Look at the soul, the deeds, and not how someone is dressed"