And I didn't know what to answer, so as not to sin out of pride.
Belladona herself hadn't come like a shadow, in which I always dismissed the carriage, returned alone and on foot, then I bowed, with humble bows to everyone I would find and try to find an opportunity to help, give advice, sacrifice myself for someone, help unstuck a cart.
With that, starting to see the world or cradling a child in my arms, making way for someone, and getting dirty, and once, at dusk, I heard that the administrator, when reporting to Kátia.
When she told him that the muzhik Semion had come to ask for boards to make his daughter's coffin and a rubble for the wake, and that the administrator had granted his request.
Even when those, men, are they really that poor?”, I asked.
They are very poor, boss, they are needy on the other side of the region.
That's when I responded to the admin.
When something inside me squeezed my heart, but at the same time I seemed to rejoice when I heard him.