When we finally reached the hut Marin, Hana was so tired przemoknięta and that it is not done on it wrażnia great little monkey head ususzone powtykane standing on thick piles around the house. Shack was a small, wooden, built in the framework. It was surrounded by a dense dark forest and wild mallow.
- It's here. Go inside. - Invited the little girl Marin while dodging the door.
Inside gloom prevailed. In one corner sat hunched over illuminated woman tugging wreaths of herbs and forest flowers, which the Board intended to decorate the birthday of her daughter.
- Good evening, mother - said the girl.
- Who is this young lady with you? - Curious about the woman.
- It's Hana. I met her at the Golden Kogut. It may be with us for the night?
- Of course. Go up there young lady - asked the mother to Hana.
Hana walked unsteadily to the stranger, and soon found herself at your fingertips the woman grabbed her hand hard bony hand and whispered something unintelligible in a language unknown to the girl. Another day, in another situation Hana probably escaped from there but that night her mind was just obsessed with only one thought - desire to change their lives. Frozen and sore put to sleep in a comfortable bed by the window and clean, scented with lavender linen. In the morning, the day before seemed to be just a bad dream.
woke up early. His mother quietly bustling around the kitchen slaughtered butter and fried scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast.
- No longer do you sleep? - Talked to Hana when she went into the oven to keep warm.
- No, I can not.
- Sit down. In that case we'll have breakfast together. Marin and so probably only get up around noon.
- You live here alone in the middle of the woods? What do we do?
- Yes, the same. Last year my mother died, the grandmother of Marin, who with her husband built this house. Since then, We were in two. Marin's father never lived with us there. In fact, we rarely visited the. Is a merchant in Ladorf. We met there for a summer festival. Fell in love in love and so it remained until he did not learn that I carry in itself the fruit of our love. Then everything changed. Love has disappeared, and even we stopped seeing each other. Raised a daughter alone, and actually brought it to the forest and geese. We grow hundreds of them around. There, behind the house is a big meadow where they live a semi-wild. When it comes time to feather plucking is here quite a lot of work. A people and plenty of spins. Attracts buyers from the purchaser Afeed feathers and goose eggs on the trade in other cities. We do not live richly, but we do not have to complain about. Food has never failed us. A and the entertainment is. Come here it's rare I go out, but Marin ... - Mother pondered.
- Are not you afraid that in the middle of the woods? - Asked Hana.
- A what? Who would want to venture there. A long and winding road. It's easy to get lost. Nobody comes, the more at night. What is there to fear?
Another part of breakfast consumed in silence. Shortly after the woman showed me around Hana after the big backyard, gęsiarni and garden. She showed her the latrine, a bath of ice water from the forest, stream and built of boards sauna scented resin, pine and przebiśniegami. The sun shone more and more powerful, and Hana felt more secure in the forgotten souls of the living hut.
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