Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Yuri Vynnychuk

“You’re And remember that our entire staff always took pride in you. And the children loved you. It will be hard for them without you.” After that he called a taxi and ended up on the other end of Lviv in Mayorivka. The day before he found himself accommodations at a reasonable price with a retired couple. The room was kind of small, and he couldn’t even lay out all his books, but on the other hand no one bothered him. In the morning he would set off to the research library and worked there until five, then would return home, on the way back, buying a few buns filled with liver for four kopecks apiece, then he would fry the pies on a frying pan and eat them with his tea. He used to manage with little things. But on the other hand he now could completely devote welcome.

“No, no, treatments are useless... the illness is incurable, understand? There’s no point.” “So where are you going? Do you have a new job?” “No. I just want to live out the rest of the days left for me to my own satisfaction. Do you understand what I’m talking about?” “Of course. That’s very sensible. And really, why work like amule... but you can leave your work service record with us... so your term of service remains uninterrupted... oh, what kind of work service is there now!... but all the same, so you don’t have any problems... because if you end up at the police station, and they take an interest in your place of work... they’ll tack on vagrancy... it’s safer this way....” “Of course. Thank you very much for your concern.”

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