Disorder streamlining

I have a very big family and we all stay pretty close because we live in the same area. From all my relatives I loved my uncle Toms. He was my dad’s brother and I also have another uncle, Harry, who was the eldest of them. They mother (my grandma) died soon after uncle Tom was born (she committed suicide but we don’t know why, some still think she lost her mind).
We have many stories about uncle Tom. He liked to party, even when he got married and he had a wife he took her almost every day to the little restaurant and invited their friends there and they listened to the music and danced. He was very kind and loved life like no one else. Once, when he was a student and was at home at vacation he won a lot of money in the lottery. It was pretty big money. They all couldn’t believe that. My uncle Tom get all of his friends and uncle Harry and my father and went to the city to get the prize and spend a night walking though the bars before coming home with the prize. They get the prize and went to one bar, then to another. My father said that everybody was happy and all the time congratulated uncle Tom. He was also very cheerful but didn’t drink much and it was like he had something on his mind to do. About 12 o’clock when they went out of the bar in the city center. There was a bridge over the street and they stopped at its center and talked and laugh. And suddenly uncle Tom took all the money left from the prize (and they spend this evening only a little!) and started to throw them down the bridge where were a many people walking and almost no cars. My uncle Harry and father and the friends tried to stop him but he was the most sober of them so they couldn’t. And the people down the bridge were catching the notes or picking them up from the bottom.
He never said anything why he did that but I think he really thought that money like this cannot make you happy and I think he wanted to see all the people that evening happy.

It is difficult to find a girl who was not playing with dolls in her childhood. Girls grew up, and a lot of them continue playing with their children. But there are also adult girls for whom dolls have become a part of life. Doll is not just a plastic toy or long-legged Barbie from shop windows. The history of dolls is as old as human history. Maybe that’s why we cannot resist the magic of creating handmade dolls. They are made of cloth, wood, foam, papier-mâché.
Puppet-makers have been considered magicians. They pull their dolls by threads and the spectacle charmed children and adults. Many popular believes are connected with dolls. And once you got involved in unique occupation of making dolls, you never stop.

How wonderful the creations of fragile china are! The production of each of them takes about a month: modeling model, the creation of forms, roasting. Synthetic material combines the ductility of plasticine and strength of clay after firing. And for the heat treatment you do not require a special oven but a conventional one. Finished parts are covered with acrylic paints, the whole doll or only the necessary parts. You just need to gather a doll, to think about her hair and dress. Soft, comfortable rag dolls can be of any size from a miniature to figures of a small child.