Nikoloz: Do you think I don't understand? I have nothing because I am poor. Once I heard the words my mother said when she was crying quietly. She didn't notice I was in the room. She spoke to herself: how long will we be so poor? Our neighbor told me that the poor are those people who have nothing. We have nothing. So, we are poor. Do you know what I dream about?

 - That's what I want to hear from you, my smart boy.

 Nikoloz: I want us not to be poor for a little while. Is it possible? I want to have a lot of sweets, and the only toys I want to have is a scooter - a small children's scooter.

 - Nikolos, do you know that “for a little while” will end soon?

 Nikoloz: I will have time to eat sweets...

 - What about scooter?

 Nikoloz: Maybe the poor kids can have a little, just tiny scooter?