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started looking for companions with whom Mother could go to Romania. The
right opportunity appeared quite soon, a middle-aged priest and his wife were
leaving for Romania.
They had room for Mother in their one-horse britzka.>
One more kiss...
We mustn't cry!
Farewell, Mother. No, I'll see you soon!
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