Krylov, a great Russian writer, was very poor when he was young. One day in the middle of winter he __21__ by a window in his house, when he heard some women outside crying. He put his head out of the window, and saw a lot of people __22__ towards his house. They were carrying a dead man, and the women were crying, Oh, why are you leaving us to go to a place without light and without a fire and without __23__? It will be dark there, and you will be cold and hungry. Nobody will look __24__ you, nobody will be kind to you, and nobody will love you there!Ah! said Krylov to his wife. They are __25__ about our house. They are bringing the dead man here! quick, lock the door! Dont let them in!