Юлия Лазареваje citiralaпре 9 година
“Go to bed now,” – she says, – “You’ll get back from the theatre on Sunday, and soon it’ll be New Year. It’ll come and we’ll have everything ready for it. Your mother promised us pies. We’ll get new flour and she’ll make them. The pies are tender, they jump into your mouth by themselves. And then another holiday – Christmas… And then the spring’s near – we’ll bake larks. We’ll bake them and take them to the church to offer them to the beggars. Not everyone is lucky like us to die in peace. There aren’t many people like that…”
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