The story of a woman and shoes

Silently got on the train; If his eyes hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have realized that his eyes were blinking. At any moment those tears seem to fall. I looked at his feet, saw bare feet, a pair of shoes in his hands. A small child wrapped in a blanket on his lap; The baby is not making any noise. The woman approached the passengers and said something in a low voice, but her words covered the peddler's voice. The woman approached me on one side of the train. He said softly, looking shyly at the pair of his old used decayed shoes