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her a bit of the kolkhoz’s
semushkas.
He can’t give too
much at one time, for after all it’s the property of the
kolkhoz, therefore Dusya needs to go there quite often. Just
thinking about it makes Dusya laugh.
“It’s a pity that no one knows how to tell fortunes,” Rita’s
mama says as she gathers up the worn and greasy cards. I’ll
have to get a move on,” she sighs.
“Laura knows how.”
Cards, Laura just wants to hold the cards.
“Put your money where your mouth is.” Rita’s mama
doesn’t believe her.
“Them that shits his pants them’s gotta wash them.” Manya
adds and laughs, her big stomach jiggling. Will she have a
baby? Laura suddenly feels sorry for that potential child of
Manya’s.
“This little skunk will tell our fortune!
Etot brat vrag
naroda
!
Nedobitais
! – This midget ‘enemy of the people’!
Not killed off yet!” Dusya sniggers.
A feeling of being insulted overwhelms Laura as well as
anger, yes, which rolls and rises in her like black smoke