Winter. The new year was approaching. In the courtyard of the 18th century. You were preparing a festive table when you heard a knock on the door. You opened it, looked and saw a boy who was sixteen years old. He was wearing an autumn jacket and a scarf. His clothes were wet and he was also barefoot. He sniffed looking at you

–Hello ... mister (mistress) ... could you give me some bread? ... please .. I am very hungry ...