Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Poems

and we didn’t have any other men. And Mama left, slamming the door – and I lost a baby tooth. And Grandma told me to toss it away and say:

Little mouse, little mouse, take this baby tooth and then give me an eternal one

and I burst into tears because I myself had thrown the mouse in the garbage, and that meant now Vovka would never marry me – and Grandma laughed that mice don’t hold a grudge and Vovka said that, personally, his old Marfusha didn’t have a single tooth and he loved her anyway – and we began to cut snowflakes out of paper,

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