William.

William goes for movies It all started with William's aunt, who was in a good mood that morning and gave him a coin to send him a letter and brought him a package from the shop. "Buy candy or go to the movies," he said casually, handing it to her. William walked slowly down the street, looking at the room thoughtfully. After much calculation, based on the fact that a shilling is equal to two sixpence pieces, he concluded that both luxuries could be allowed. When it came to sweets, Guglielmo wholeheartedly supported the superiority of quantity over quality. Also, he knew of all the candy stores within a three-mile radius of his house, whose owner added extra candy after he weighed himself, and he only frequented these shops. With a solemn face and anxious eyes, he always monitored the weighing process and the "stingy" shops were recognized and signed by him. He then went to his favorite pastry shop and stood in front of the window for five minutes, torn between the rival attractions of Gooseberry Eyes and Marble Balls. Both were sold at 4 ounces for 2d. William had never bought a more expensive luxury. Finally his furrowed brow relaxed and he entered the shop. "You're pennoth of Gooseberry Eyes," he said, looking a little embarrassed. The extent of his purchases rarely exceeded a penny. - Good morning said the surprised and amused merchant. "I have some money this morning," explained William carelessly, with the air of a Rothschild. He watched with silent intensity as the emerald green candies were weighed, he watched with pleasure what was added as the scale fell, he took the precious paper bag and, putting two candies in his mouth, left the shop. Eating slowly, he walked along the road to the Painted Palace. William was not used to going to Picture Palaces. He had only been once in his life. It was an exciting program. At first, it was the story of those desperate thieves who, coming out of a building, looked intently into the street, crouching, then advancing in depth, to attract attention and suspicion at any time and in any place. The plot was complicated. They were chased by the police, jumped onto a moving train, then, for no apparent reason, jumped from that train into a moving car, from where they plunged into a moving river. It was exciting and William was delighted. Sitting motionless, he stared wide-eyed and fascinated, although his jaws never stopped their revolting movement, and from time to time his hand moved mechanically to the paper bag in his lap and brought him a seedless grape eye in the mouth. The next play was a simple country love story, with a simple country girl being wooed by the landlord, who was designated as the villain by his mustache. After many adventures, the simple country girl was conquered by a simple country boy in picturesque country clothes, whose emotions were faithfully represented by gestures that must have required a lot of gymnastics; the villain was eventually shown languishing in a prison cell, still engaged in frequent eyebrow games. Then came another love story, that of a noble couple, consumed by mutual passion and separated not only by a series of misunderstandings possible only in a play, but also by virginal pride and the reserve of h****n is the pride and reserve of virgin heroes that forced them to hide their perfume under a cold and arrogant exterior. The heroine's brother evolved in the story as a kind, gentle and protective fairy towards his orphaned sister and ended up explaining to others the burning passion of the other. He moved and moved and William was touched and touched. The rest was a comedy. It started with a single worker repainting a door and ended with a crowd of people, all covered in paint, falling over each other on the stairs. It was a pleasure. Guglielmo had a lot of fun. Finally, he told the pathetic story of a drunkard's descent into hell. He started as a wild young man in evening clothes drinking alcohol and playing cards, ended up as an old wild man in rags still drinking alcohol and playing cards. He had a girl with a pious and superior expression, who spent her time crying for him and urging him to a better life, until, in a moment of justified anger, she threw a bottle of beer at his head. Then he watered the hospital bed with tears of repentance, tore his hair, raised his arms to the sky, threw off his vest and hugged him to his chest, so it was not surprising that, after all this excitement, the child repeated and said the words. : “Goodbye, father. "Don't think about what you did. I forgive you," he died quietly.