That day, the old man got tired of seeing the neighbor girl. He put his head on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. He regretted and thought that he was not treated fairly. _ What a bitter biography I had, no woman gave me her heart, no one sought healing for my wounds and I became a useless and lonely person. Why am I doing nothing? Why did I do nothing until today? Where does this vanity of mine come from? And fell asleep in regret.