Turn the table with the guests sit in a tight circle

Stove to boil, and his mother moved into the house to it. Turn the table with the guests sit in a tight circle, Natasha is only one small book in his hand, sitting in a corner of the lamp.
"In order to know why bad people's lives ..." Natasha said.
"Also, I do not why they are good," Huo Huoer interposed.
"... We should look, how they began to live ..."
"We should look, dear, we should look!" Mother side of the tea, one side alone speak.
We quieted down.
"Mom! How do you now?" Ba Weier asked, frowning.
"I?" She glanced round to you, know that we are looking at her, she embarrassed argues:
"I do not consciously say it, and on one - you should see!"
Natasha laughed, Ba Weier also grinned, Huohuo Er said:
"Thank you, Mom, thank you for tea!"
"There is no drinking on the thank you?" Mother said, and looked at his son asked:
"I am here out of the way, right?"
Natasha said:
"You are the owner, how can hinder the guests to do now?"
"So it was like a child-like piteously pleaded:
"Look, give me some tea, cold my whole body shaking, legs frozen."
"Come, come," promised the mother hastily.
Drink it with tea, Natasha loudly through the breath, flung back into braids, then start reading the small picture of the yellow belt book.