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garbage heap, she found a Back home, accompanied by dim light, she looks great joy to turn. Her name is Radha Nila

Lookout, family 13 people living in the outskirts of Buenos Aires, Argentina, a slum. After the father lost his job, had a poor hungry families caught in the edge. In order to reduce the burden on parents, sensible Radha Nila after school every day, always one way or another to pick up trash around a small cart in order to earn a meager income to support their family.

That night, when she saw the fairy tale, can not help resist: her the Cinderella,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], does it meet life Prince Charming, happily ever after life? Radha Nila began to have a new look on life, she often looked at himself in the mirror and smiled to myself with satisfaction. Finally, she excitedly told his father: It was getting slightly late,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she was careful to turn the garbage bucket tray, and suddenly she was hit from behind. She got up and found a man standing opposite, handsome face, suits and ties. Da Nila's face a little reddish, although not her fault, she politely said first apology. Unexpectedly,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the man was frowning,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], with a handkerchief over his nose in disgust, half a day before hum saying: Along the way, she saw those who dress up like At that moment, Radha Nila suddenly realize that luck will stay in Cinderella's fairy tales.

Since then, the so-called Radha Nila Prince Charming no longer any illusions, but she has harvested one thing: learn to self-reliance. She firmly believes that poverty is temporary, by their own efforts, will lead a happy life.

how Radha Nila did not think luck is another way quietly blessing to her. One night, when she put the last of waste into a small car, a woman stopped her. She later recalled: her unique life experiences shaped the temperament of its congregation in the hard to find.

2008, the Division in Argentina, Radha Nila defeated a series of more than 1,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],000 competitors, won the title.

famous, the wealthy son of Columbia around the world competing on the Da Nila affection, but she declined them all, she said: make more efforts. At the same time, I would like to tell some girls, not to pin their hopes on life in the 'Prince Charming' body, self-reliance is fundamental to settle down.

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The driver clambered into his seat, clicked his tongue, and we went downhill. The brake squeaked horribly from time to time. At the foot he eased off the noisy mechanism and said, turning half round on his box--
"We shall see some more of them by-and-by."
"More idiots? How many of them are there, then?" I asked.
"There's four of them--children of a farmer near Ploumar here. . . . The parents are dead now," he added, after a while. "The grandmother lives on the farm. In the daytime they knock about on this road, and they come home at dusk along with the cattle. . . . It's a good farm."
We saw the other two: a boy and a girl, as the driver said. They were dressed exactly alike, in shapeless garments with petticoat-like skirts. The imperfect thing that lived within them moved those beings to howl at us from the top of the bank, where they sprawled amongst the tough stalks of furze. Their cropped black heads stuck out from the bright yellow wall of countless small blossoms. The faces were purple with the strain of yelling; the voices sounded blank and cracked like a mechanical imitation of old people's voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane.
I saw them many times in my wandering about the country. They lived on that road, drifting along its length here and there, according to the inexplicable impulses of their monstrous darkness. They were an offence to the sunshine, a reproach to empty heaven, a blight on the concentrated and purposeful vigour of the wild landscape. In time the story of their parents shaped itself before me out of the listless answers to my questions, out of the indifferent words heard in wayside inns or on the very road those idiots haunted. Some of it was told by an emaciated and sceptical old fellow with a tremendous whip, while we trudged together over the sands by the side of a two-wheeled cart loaded with dripping seaweed. Then at other times other people confirmed and completed the story: till it stood at last before me, a tale formidable and simple, as they always are, those disclosures of obscure trials endured by ignorant hearts.