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The old, torn and dirty trousers... I had no heart to throw them into
discard. I hung them up on the branch of the old willow, sat down and got a
trip down memory line. The trousers were sewn of homespun canvas; the canvas
was spun by Chebanchuchka who got it in the division of my estate. She wove the
canvas together with my Mother in winter nights when Mother hosted the
"club" of the village women at her place. It was fun! The women told
stories and Mother treated them with homemade delicacies.
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