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To the Institute building it gave a little sun on the windows until the end. Up highest on the mountain, the butterflies that interested her most carrmen came across were the grasshoppers that were always startling when appearing, spreading their blue wings. It looked up to the saint with suffering eyes. From the great flat stone, where they sat, the weeds descended almost straight down, mixing with trees, stones, crops, in a dizzying drop, and the houses of Orense, the Cathedral, the river were all in that gorge; they looked down there without moving and forgot about the road and the distance.
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But Eloy only tried to tell her about his forthcoming trip to America. Tell me, at least, when you arrived. But Alina practically ignored all that; she had already seen the like at San Lorenzo, at the village festival. I think you got up. He was very handsome and much older. Sometimes they spoke to atadurqs and asked her things about her mother, serious and unimportant thinks, more eager to listen than to speak.
The light stays on.
Or at least you and I. Because she is leaving here. And that I cannot stand the smell gite paint. Would she even be able to say a word? He got water from the pitcher with a small ladle and it drank it directly. Alina closes the door behind herself and turns on the light in the study. Santiago is better and no longer coughing.
And between the sun of the long walk, the emotion, the wine and just a little bit of embarrassment, her cheeks turned a gorgeous red, the most vibrant and brightest that the teacher had seen in his life. Alina at those moments thought that her father was right, that it was a martln to want to run behind the sun, to dream of more a brighter light in another land. In the evening, this aroma had permeated the grounds and mixed with the fried eels.
And also they watched the arrival of the first octopus man to go running through the village to let everyone know. And she liked to hear the women gossip.
She has arrived near the river and wants to see it flow. They had known that she was going to enroll the girl in the Institute. When have I wanted that, Alina?
But he removed them furiously and continued. How have I acted any differently? Herminia used that brave, calm voice the teacher knew so very well. He sat on the bed and the woman halfway imitated him, with a sigh.
And the nights are long. But speaking, speaking, revitalized his eyes and made his voice stop quivering. To the right, an uneven atzduras wall, covered with moss and blackberries, separated the path from the vine crops.
Once in a while they heard the blasting holes that thundered in the valley, and the pounding of the workers opening the masses of granite, carving them in smooth, great and white rectangles. And the faded marionettes look at each other with astonishment. She is a spitting image of me, Herminia.