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But Malga spat again and wandered after his friend. Keisha followed him with a stern look and went to the doors of the Skin House.

Kres lifted his grandfather with some difficulty and tried to take him inside, but Barik did not give in:

“Look at the dogs, how quickly they change kennels,” he complained, sitting back on the bench. - Even yesterday, with Musa from one brother, they drank honey! Today there, tomorrow here, where it smells better. They will sell their own mother, only to be smeared with fatter. Ugh!

Kisha and the kids were sorting out something in the hut.

- Asked for it - do not interfere. Go to the yard, to the grandfather.

- What are you doing? Kres asked as the door closed behind the children.

- Don't you see? - threw Kisha, sorting out her belongings and changing linen. - I don’t want my grandfather to die of hunger here and bathe in shit. Let him die in peace here.

Silently she shoved a pouch into his hands.

“You forgot,” she grumbled.

Cres opened it and found what
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