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and practically without problems. "This is the holiest and most splendid place of my life. Honestly, I have nothing to smile about today. Here, all I have heard from you is crying to God.", It is simply a piece of life. Six or seven years. Everything passes, you just have to persevere. The main thing is to get through it. This is my destiny. Mine and his. Nothing could have ended there assuming that we had lived sixteen or twenty-six years. You understand what remains of this marriage to me. It left me with the feeling that I was in love and that I had a young love. Indeed, even today, I feel frustrated about Milorad. "Ovlas exonerated Milorad in the picture, and his hands trembled.,, Do you feel sorry for him? He threw you out of the house and you feel sorry for him? Did he feel sorry for you? Couldn't he help but think about what might happen to you?" >> "Yes." ",, Then why didn't he keep you?",, He shouldn't have. "He was a hard man! He sits and cries. His mother doesn't give him any." They will drive their own out, whether the nation is upset or not.", Why didn't he venture out of his home? Why didn't he go and start his daily life somewhere else?" "He was unable to leave his father because of discouragement." That one would be excessively high. If he weren't a lonely child, he could have followed me. He would constantly complain about the purchases, and I would put up with the fact that I can't have children anyway. "..Has he married again?",, He didn't show up. In late spring, he went to the Drina to wash and choked. ",, Indeed, I feel frustrated about him at present." ..The house remained without a successor and I became a widow. ",, Being a widow rather than a divorcee was probably better. It is one's destiny." "One's destiny or transgression.",, Sins must be paid for by the individuals who commit them. "Sins are usually paid for by relatives. He does that too. Later, when I returned, my grandmother told me how disrespectful Milorad's grandfather had probably been to the best young woman in town. Moreover, he would have preferred not to marry her. He actually claimed that it was not him. What is happening to him, no one knows. His path was lost. A wide range of things were said. His father was an extraordinary man, anything could be expected of him. He said that he had driven out the religious community. All that was known was that no one had seen her at any time and did not know in which cloister she was. His mother, an unfortunate lady, insulted him because he was a lady, and he was an unbeliever, he would never apologize. The madman Milojko, from the town next to Milorad's, told was that the unfortunate young woman had ended up in the Drina, that her father had killed and abandoned her, and then invented that she was in a monastery. For some time, said grandmother, Milojko had not seen him in the same way. Then it was quiet. No one mentioned that it might never work out. ",, In this way she got her revenge on him. She took his eldest grandson. ",, What's the matter with you? What are you doing? "At the moment I really have a migraine, I must bring some medicine." "Lie down a little, maybe you'll get by without him. Soon they'll introduce you to a folk remedy and I'll knead your head. Try not to rush too much. go after the prescriptions. ", Don't try too hard.",, It's easy enough for me to knead you. I need to help you. Try not to contemplate the brain pain, think about something different. Overall, how was it affection for yours?", Unusual, totally bizarre. Indeed, you and Milorad separated on the grounds that you could never have children, and we separated on the grounds that he didn't need children. you want like that? "He was a very honest man, he does more harm than anyone I have ever met, but we were both too different....,, That's not it: they were unique; that should have been abandoned right away. What does it take for a man who doesn't see beyond himself? Come on, Grandma Juli, tell me what a man can be who doesn't need children. some time ago, but I remember every second, every word, every touch. Maybe my story will be a little longer. "Just talk, and Julka will knead you and pay attention to you. Have opportunity and energy. "It's hard for me to try to remember that.",, You've done what's due, you're here, and that's really significant. "*** 11:00. She closed her eyes and the pictures came flooding in... The primary pre-winter in Sarajevo. On this wonderful new October night, she looked like a leaf from a young tree thrown into the whirlpool of a fast, cold, wild stream. Then, on Alisa, she meandered to the other side of the mirror. Or on the other side, perhaps, on Cinderella without the great elf, the supernatural. of wands and the remaining sovereign. This was Emina on her most memorable understudy night. She did everything she could to not show dismay or weakness, and not to propose something that would make people she believed to be quite exceptional think twice. She made an incredible effort not to see her heaviness and her novelty in smoking and drinking, and that her roommate Suzana would not complain about taking her with her. They are seven in the organization who have known each other for quite some time. They may be high school graduates or have finished their studies, but are still understudies at the basic level. They live like understudies. Parties a lot of evenings. They would give anything to have a good time, to hell with the consequences. As if, in the event of a separation, each of the crews would go to prison forever. Perhaps they feared the existence of mature individuals. Emina, a green bean, had recently arrived from Bijeljina. One could have counted more the days since her arrival in this charming town located on the banks of the small and filthy Miljacka. It is wonderful because she had a mind. Emina sailed into the secret depths of the town, late in the evening, when for some the working day could begin. A small room on Baš-čaršija, bars on the windows, everything somehow low, small, limited and closed, but warm and delicate. You can smell the scents of bureginica and hevabcinica surrounding it. The windows are open so that the thick plumes of smoke can escape from the barbecues, but the smells from outside are more ingrained. The moment she closes her eyes, she feels something delicately soothing her to rest. She is warm. Two vodkas are not a drink, but rather all she could need. She drank them to encourage herself, but they simply desensitized her. She is languid. She is languid and her eyes hurt when she dozes off. So she should be vigilant. Must! How could she ask Suzana or someone else to come with her to the apartment? Can't. It doesn't work that way. He has to hold out until everyone starts to disperse. What to do? He checks them out. They've been together for quite a while, so they seem to be each other now. They really do look the same. Their silhouettes flash a little before her eyes, but she sees and hears them perfectly. They're laughing at something she doesn't really have a clue about. They're only using the articulations they know. If he asks for them, he won't. To him, laughing - that's stupid, since he hasn't the slightest idea what they're laughing about. Besides, staying silent while they laugh seems much stupider. He heads to the window to isolate himself. "Be careful, sister, not to give up," Milan said, her remark clearly accompanied by laughter. She gripped the bars with one hand and felt their laughter hit her back. "In case one of you doesn't hold me, I might give up."