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And so – it was a fact! It was here! Or, rather – there! That was real, and there, and then and, it seemed – forever! However, she knew, that forever often lasts but briefly. A sigh, a heartbeat, the blink of an eye and forever is past. The wild fire of crocuses was all [...]  She almost expected that one morning she would wake and look out to find the hill on fire, ablaze with the wild orange of the crocusses. She expected in vain. * Беше сигурна, че скоро ще се събуди и като погледне навън, ще види хълма пламнал от неукротимото оранжево на минзухарите. Надеждите й бяха напразни. Then snow began falling again. It snowed straight for three long days and nights. Temperatures plummeted, not only outside. Inside too – should you stray away from the fire for a couple of meters even, you would feel it. Great winter discomfort took over – they would put on a lot of clothes, as if [...] There was an old lady living in the neighbouring mansion, a grumpy old lady whom nobody in the area liked much. Be it as it may, shortly before the winter the local doctor had diagnosed her with a frightening, terminal sentence. Her family lived far, but they visited her on rare occasions, just as they [...] Well into the New Year the weather changed again. The Eve was spring-like. Everybody was out for the fireworks of the central mansion. Splendid! Wonderful, as always! Those aristocratic neighbours knew their way with fireworks, for sure. She had heard stories of their cruel treating the servants at the mansion, but in social events their [...] And so, the cold days retreated. The weather after Christmas was surprisingly bright and warm. There was some rain, to be sure, but not for long. She started to go out again, but not for walks – it was too boggy owing to the rain. Rather, she drove to the village to do some shopping [...] For so many days she hadn’t gone out. So many days of fierce frost and bleak skies. The murky weather outside had hardly been any inspiration for freshening walks. Even the sight out the window was depressing. The forest across the meadow stood coal-black and desolate against the gray horizon, its tree tops shaping [...] |
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