The clerk climbed onto some kind of ladder and began to throw a whole waterfall of various multi-colored rags onto the counter, as if he wanted to arrange a strong reliable barricade between himself and the customer, behind which you can hide.In his eyes one could see despair and resignation to fate.- Here it is, ma'am... A lovely drawing.- This one? You are laughing at me! These are women who wear such scarves.- Then here it is! The very last cry of delyamod.– This one? No, you really are laughing at me!I have never seen anyone laugh like that. Sweat broke out on the clerk's forehead, and his lips were dry and trembled nervously...