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  • It is autumn. There is snow and it is very cold in Bishkek. I do not like winter. Seeing the snow through my window, I am not happy. However, going to the bus station, I understand what is the real happiness for other people.

    At the bus station, I notice the white micro bus. The doors of it are opened and there are many big saucepans and boxes. I am interested in this micro bus and wonder, why there are many big saucepans. In a few minutes, some people come to the bus. They are homeless people.

    The woman in the blue robe, distributes clothes and hot soup to the homeless people. One of the men takes the shoes and his portion of food. He sniffes at the soup and says, "Oh my God! What the happiness!"
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