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There were two younger men in the three villages: The second could not walk half a mile without falling drunk after the first hundred steps he took. Oh, her smart husband that tiptoed to pick olives in Italy! He had calculated it all. She'd water the pepper garden all the time. Her father-in-law, too, was in Italypicking olives, although it was high time he put on his new naphthalene suit and prepared for the better world where all water was br andy, and there were two pubs on each cloud. Lyuda wished there was another baby she could suckle. Her br easts hurt in the heat. How come that milk in them doesn't go sour, she wondered.

Lyuda's husband left her the old Moskvich car all busted up. She could not start it and couldn't drive to Pernik. If you took a peep in a pub there, no matter which pub, you'd see a man who was tall to the ceiling and his heart never gave him the slightest trouble. Don't go to pluck these frigging olives in Italy. You know what we do in the morning and in the evening. We'll sell the wine. We'll sell the Moskvich, too. Pavel doesn't eat much. He's okay with my milk, and I am full of it like a dairy. I have the feeling that if you touched me below, milk will run from there, too. Before he went to climb the olive trees like a gorilla, her husband didn't go out of bed for four days.

Lyuda was very angry, indeed. He is with me. He protects my milk from getting sour. What will Pavel eat if that happened? Listen to me carefully. Don't look at anybody. If you do, I'll kill you when I come back. You know I can always detect when you've looked at another man. You don't have br easts that weigh a five gallon barrel each, and there is no other baby but Pavel to suckle, the vineyard has no end, sugar beet field has no end. You pluck these fucking olives in Italy and I'll stay here.

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And you, lazy, lazy guy, she turned to her son Pavel. You couldn't suck all my milk. Well, it's not your fault that I am like a cow. Lyuda rode five miles of the road that was full of sunset and warm wind, before she made it to Petrana and Petar's place. You prepare a clean bottle and I'll fill it with milk for her. I'll burst like a grenade with that milk. Petrana, wash my Pavel, please, while I give suck to your Yana. Then give me something to eat. I ate only raspberries today. My belly's full of raspberries, my milk is raspberries and a million raspberry thorns are in my fingers. I'm afraid I may scratch your Yana Yanatreasure, smile at me.

She touched him so lovingly as if the boy didn't have his drool all over him. Lyda noticed Petar's eyes on her br east as she suckled small Yana. Petar is okay, Lyuda thought then she turned around and saw Petrana ladle out delicious soup in the plates on the table. For a split second she looked at Petar. A drop of milk dripped from her on Yana 's neck. She was a lazy baby, too, and Lyuda had to pinch her nose to wake her up. It was true Petar's hair was gray. It was true he wore old patched trousers that smelled of dogs and manure, but Lyuda smelled of Matey, of dust and of horse's saddle. Let her husband pluck olives. It served him right. Don't go to ItalyPlamen, please.

I cannot live without you. Plamen held her fifteen minutes in his arms before he caught the bus to Italy. He and his father almost missed it on account of that. It was true Petar's back was hunched, but, on the other hand, if it wasn't that hunched, he'd pack and go to Radomir to make twice as much money. Here he planted potatoes, herded cows and mowed for the old women. He was with his wife and probably every morning he held her in his arms. Lyuda ate three plates of the soup, then Petrana went to br ing some cherries. She had plucked them today, she said, so Lyuda could have some cherry vitamins in her milk for the kids.

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Even though the kukeri are meant to look as frightening as possible, they are actually quite friendly and humorous. Well stocked gift shops allow you not only to admire the traditional Bulgarian arts and crafts, but you can also go back home with one-of-a-kind souvenir aside from the great memories. There are also balloons and delicious sweets at affordable prices at literally every corner. I already mentioned how amazing Surva is, so let me tell you a little bit about the town of Pernik and Bulgaria in general. Pernik is situated just 18 miles from the capital of Bulgaria, Sofia.

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