MY CHILDHOOD
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you think of
But
father!
Our own
eh*?
it,
it
is
quite time;
son coming to it
is
kill his
quite time,
my
children."
He
went up the room, straightening
to the door,
his shoulders,
sharply snapped the heavy iron hook,
which fastened
it,
into
its
ring,
and turned again
to
Uncle Jaakov saying: "This
all
is
because you want to get hold of Var-
That
vara's dowry.
's
what
it is !"
And
he laughed derisively in the face of who asked in an offended tone
my
uncle,
:
"What "You?
should I want with it?" I
know you!"
Grandmother was
silent as she hastily
put the cups
and saucers away in the cupboard. "Well?" cried grandfather, laughing "Very good
Thank
!
you,
my
Mother, give this you like. Now, Jaakov
fox a poker, or an iron if Vassilev, when your brother breaks
my
bitterly.
son.
in, kill
him before
eyes !"
My
uncle thrust his hands into his pockets and
re-
tired into a corner.
"Of
course, if
"Believe feet.
well.
you?"
"No
hog even
you won't believe me
!
but
cried
I '11 believe I
stamping his
grandfather,
an animal
have no faith in you.
You made him
"
a dog, a hedgeI
know you
too
drunk, and then gave him his in-