I was the owner of a tavern, the only tavern in the whole town, and every evening, people from the town started coming to my tavern, some of them getting drunk, some of them hooking up with the little lady next to me.

I see a lot of people come and go, someone by the strength of the wine does not give me money, then try to give him cold water, not soak in the pool I also give him wake up.

No one let me in the eye, but, only every day sitting in the corner of the man, let me curious. Every day he spoke into the glass which he had given me to keep, and every time he came to drink he would take his own glass.

Every night, the candlelight on the table, through the glass, scattered on his face, in the shadow, it was hard to see his eyes, only his lips moved.

I was curious, but I did not go to inquire, so many guests, everyone is not a person with a story, who has not a little worry, but when the wine drink down, the world is clean, no longer so much trouble, leaving the most true self, wine is that can accompany you, to your most loyal friend.

That evening he did not come, and I thought he might be late. I waited all night, but no one came to the table.

At noon the next day, he came in, and his body seemed a little strange. He walked to the table with difficulty and asked me for the glass, but this time he did not fill the glass. He hugged the glass and cried bitterly, "Father, I have avenged you, and today I will see you with the glass."

The pub was empty at the moment, so I went over and poured out the wine for him. "Can you tell me your story, Sir?"

"I'm glad to talk about it today. Bring me the wine and I'll talk about it." He looks like he's about to get drunk.

"It was when I was young, one day I came back from school, told my father, I was bullied by my peers, but he scolded me, picked up this glass to me, a boy, hit back, in my cry, there is a fart use." He said very firmly, "I accepted the cup, the next day I went to find a partner, but I can not beat, a person to fight a group of people, how are not rivals ah. However, I continued to look for them, many times, I still failed. One day, my father helped me, he told me that boys should not be afraid, hard work does not mean failure, hard work is not afraid of failure."

He drank the first glass of wine. "But one day when I came home, my father was lying in a pool of blood. I shouted, but he didn't respond. I wanted to find out how my father died."

He gave a little sigh. "All day I do clues, and at night I drink here. During the day I know what I'm going to do.

"Last night, on my way here, I heard the voice of a drunkard. He was calling my father's name. I followed him. He told me how excited he was the day he killed my father, and he was laughing, and I took him, and I kept pouring him wine until he was dead, and I went away."

He brightened up, and I seemed to see a little child sitting in front of me.

That night, drinking alone, he fell asleep with the glass in his hands and the corners of his mouth raised. I think that was one of his best nights.

After that, the wine cup and he disappeared into the tavern, and the table, where, strange to say, another strange man was sitting.

Author: Shawood

Source: Simple Book

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