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SHORT STORIES FROM THE BALKANS
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Well—!”
“Do you always eat so late?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because of the work.”
“You have to wait on the older people first while they eat?”
“Yes.”
“And then comes your turn?”
“Yes!”
“Did you know that in the city the women-servants and men-servants eat together?”
She covered her mouth with her hand, and one half her nose, turned her head to one side, smiled shamefacedly and shrugged her shoulders.
“Isn’t it better that way?”
She still held one hand to her face, and again lifted her shoulders.
“I advise you to marry a boy from the city.”
She dropped her hand, seized one side of her skirt and shook it to and fro. Then she turned her face completely away and spoke as if she were addressing the wall.
