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The recollections carried me further and further on. The night came back mo my memory when Tanya, the canary, her reasonable sister Nadya and I hatchelled hemp out of the canvas was woven out of which the pants I am parting now were sawn. The girls were singing a Moldavian song! And I was singing along, "cine vine dela via – Joanel cu palaria" ("Who is going from the vineyard? - Ionel hatted"). |
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