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Оглавление«seven in the benches» (novel)
PROLOGUE
The brook is ringing
cornflower blooms,
daisies around the meadow,
happiness away,
together let's get there
do not be sad …
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The milkmaids huddled around the warm stove. The conversation was general and in a small room there was a discordant hubbub. The door swung open, and together with clubs of frosty air, a man in a sheepskin coat to the floor stepped through the threshold, with a high collar turned up.
«Guick!» – everyone shouted merrily, delighted at the reason to shout, all the milkmaids were young, loud-voiced, resourceful and sharp-tongued. The man quickly slammed the door and pushed back the high collar of his sheepskin coat. «Here, so, so, yes, he’s a kid! And who will you be?!» – Asked, as the eldest, Aunt Pasha, looking around the tall figure. The guy replied in embarrassment: «Cattleman. Ilya».
