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As for the gods, may they all be blessed, miss, even if they are wherever you go.

It was like that, when the old gardener, ugly and lame, who I thought had barely paid attention to me all those years.

When he came panting to the car, to offer me a small bouquet of geraniums and told me that I had been the light of his eyes, as much as the old man said just that, in that pain I felt in my heart!

With all this and with this, when they had arrived at the nursery school, and the unexpected spectacle of the poor little children outside waving their hats and bonnets at me, and of a gray-haired gentleman and lady, whose daughter I had helped.

Since it was while teaching and whose house I had visited (they were considered the proudest people in that entire region) that they didn't mind shouting:

Even under that strange feeling, I said goodbye to Ester!

- We wish you all the best! – At this time, I could stop wishing, while I lean on the car, while I said.