The husband said: “I’m young—why would I live with a vegetable?” and left for another woman. And a down-and-out drifter moved into his disabled wife’s house.
Outside the village store, smelling of fresh bread and dust, tempers, as always, were running high. The local gossips, gathered on the worn steps, were picking apart their neighbors’ lives. Today’s main topic was Viktor—the strapping fellow, the village’s prize catch—who had left his wife, Anna. — “Hear this? Vitka’s run off to the city […]
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