«Grandson, I don’t buy anything, grandson. I just enjoy looking. My pension is small, but it’s nice to be here,» said the old woman at the market.
The market buzzed like a huge beehive. On this warm July day, the townspeople filled the narrow aisles between the stalls, piled high with vegetables, fruits, greens, and other summer bounty. Some bargained loudly, some laughed joyfully, hugging bags full of juicy peaches and fragrant tomatoes. Andrei, a tall man in his thirties with a […]
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