Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Inna Kabysh

and showed him my new tooth. “See? And, really, the mouse was completely dead, I myself threw it out….” And Vovka got up and went to the garden to show me Vaska’s grave. And when we returned, Grandma asked me to read her the letter from Mama, because she’d taken off her glasses somewhere. And I read “My husband and I are going abroad, because it’s just impossible to breathe in Moscow in the summer, and would it be possible to leave the little one with you?” And Grandma, kneading dough for Easter bread, said, “Look what fell from the sky for you” and sat down to write an answer. And Vovka and I climbed down from the chest of drawers beneath the “Holy Family”

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