“A little attention,s, dear guests! I want to raise a glass for our birthday, Dr. Peter! Look what a real man means! Someone has become alive, has a beautiful house and a wife who lives like a queen! Not like my unsuitable! Just look at him! For eighteen years I have been trying to make a man out of it and all a log has remained! If it wasn’t for me, now he’d sleep through the ditches, no house and no lion in his pocket! Come on, girls, let’s drink for the fate of women! Because we have to carry all these fools in, so that we can get to a better life!
He burst into a loud laugh, blowing his head back, then stretched his glass to the guests, waiting for everyone to support his toast.
But no one raised their glass.
There was a heavy silence in the room.
