"Deceptive game of the light."

SERBIAN

Snezana Pisaric Milic, ASIFA SHAHID SUKHERA

• Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
• Year: 2024
• ISBN:
  9781667470764
• Topic: Philosophy
• Subtopic: Philosophical Criticism

Book description: An exciting story about two women they talk about their fates. Six love stories in a novel. One woman is young, the other old. Events in the Balkans - Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia and Serbia. The love of Christians and Muslims. The war is over. Translation from Google Translate

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• She goes by Emin .They called her Emma At the point when she was conceived, and opened her eyes with a peculiar fear, the main thing she saw were the snow-shrouded mountain ridges, and the principal thing she felt. there was some strange and vast chilliness. Furthermore, that virus. engraved in cognizance too profoundly to be in any way scattered, it turned into an indivisible piece of it. It appears until the end of time. Albeit some say, when we are conceived, that our predetermination, propensities, and tendencies rely upon the game plan of the stars at the hour of birth, overhead over the spot where we inhaled life interestingly. Is it conceivable that on that shockingly cool winter morning, they moved there with some terrible aim? Or on the other hand, what is considerably seriously fascinating, that we, at the end of the day, pick the spot and time where we will be conceived!? Many would agree, except me, I committed an error, as though I picked both the spot and the ideal opportunity for another, not exactly most loved one. Similarly, we accept, particularly when we are youthful, that we are bound for joy and achievement. Once more, they generally persuade us that bliss either doesn't exist, or that we are not one of the advantaged ones to whom it works out. Or on the other hand, again pointlessly, that in this insane time it is disgraceful and bothering to be content and lighthearted. Since there is generally motivation to be miserable about something and for something, and nothing that happens to you is delightful to the point that it ought to satisfy you. There is peril concealed in bliss. Also, you shouldn't cherish yourself, absolutely no chance. It is even terrible. The more you battle, the more they will regard you. Such inconsistent principles administer standard, apparently basic, unassuming lives. Also, life? What is life?
• ..That you didn't battle at home? ",, No! Everybody is hanging tight for the new child, yet it won't ever work out. A portion of a year, a year, two, and nothing. Consistently I request that God answer my solicitation to give my dearest Milorad a child. Furthermore, nothing. Nothing! He began to change, to tell me, similar to his mother by marriage, that I am fruitless. I burst out crying, and he thinks twice about it, so he supports me. Be that as it may, unfortunately, nobody consoles me. Am I this youthful, youthful, and desolate." Did you go to the specialist? "What a specialist." Out of disgrace, no genuine lady would go to the specialist. They took me to certain ladies, they provided me with a wide range of things, yet it was not worth the effort. "Have you pondered your grandma. Assuming others were going to her, perhaps there was something real.",, Grandmother said that nothing should be possible there. "Check her out! Did she essentially attempt? Forreason didn't she essentially comfort you? She realized you cherished her and trusted her.",, She would have rather not. My child, what a distress it was. The tune was not generally heard from my lips. I thought, a lady isn't a lady on the off chance that she doesn't conceive an offspring. That is the reason we get hitched. We should construct a home and raise birds. I even concocted his name. I additionally understood what it ought to resemble. " "That it is so challenging to ponder kids like that. Maybe having youngsters involves life and demise." "How I despised myself for not remaining in an alternate state. What sort of lady am I? Who needs me like that? I take a gander at Milorad, and my heart breaks. He, the unfortunate thing, might be despondent. "Furthermore, the amount?" "Six years." Six years of stalling and trusting, grieving consistently over the information that there isn't anything from the kid. And afterward, I returned from the field before, my head hurt a little, when I heard my Milorad conversing with his dad and mom in the kitchen. Mother by marriage frothed like a frantic canine. Milorad bowed his head, a quitter, scarcely uttering a sound. She tells him: What is it that you need with a desolate lady, give her back! Nobody will fault you. Six years have passed. We are sitting tight for our grandkids to cry in the house, yet nothing. Other ladies' kids have quite recently begun school, and our support is as yet vacant. Just child, how might we live without relatives? Who would it be a good idea for us to pass on this abundance to? Will we have children in-regulation? "Emina was totally shaken by her story. How much agony can be persevered in only one single day? Furthermore, is there a cutoff to perseverance? We realize that there isn't. Just the person who endures realizes that the cutoff points rely upon ourselves. We can attempt to safeguard ourselves, solidify ourselves with everything , awful. End the torment unequivocally or something forever. ,, I pay attention to her, Emina, and my heart is going to explode. Tears are pouring down like downpour, yet not as a result of me, but since of Milorad. He got a hold of himself, unfortunate elderly person, he winds his tongue, says: "Yet, Mother, Father, I can't drive her away, where will my spirit go? She's great, dedicated, legitimate. I can't, Mother, without her! I can't! ... For what reason didn't you advise me to go?" Is there any good reason why he wouldn't be furious? I would leave immediately. Perhaps that sounds the best, truly. I would go to my dad, my grandma, perhaps there would be a single man and I would get hitched once more. For what reason would it be advisable for me to convey Milorad and his folks on my spirit? ... Also, my mother by marriage , at those expressions of his, much more enraged: You need to get hitched once more, did you hear that? What are you referring to, what an auntie. Take a gander at me, I brought forth you seven, six girls and you. Six of them don't mean however much your leg You are Pavlović and you ought to have your own kids. She can't bring forth them... Perhaps she can, he says. On the off chance that she would be able, she would have conceived an offspring at this point, she murmurs, and he: Let me go, mother, I can't tell her... I go into the room, take a gander at them, and I feel frustrated about them. I cried my pity. She lamented her affection. We eyeball each other in such a way and hold back to see who will talk first. Milorad bowed to the ground, the father by marriage is quiet, and the mother by marriage is going to croak. With respect to me, I have never said all the more smoothly: I might want to take my things and go, Milorad. I'm returning home, Milorad, no more. Please, my Julka, don't leave. It doesn't make any difference what... Let him go, his mom cut him off, and he, the weakling, atones, he should not go against her, and he ought to go! We have been hanging tight for a grandkid for quite some time, yet nothing. We ought to wed you once more! Try also marriage before this kid, lady, damn you. How will your spirit respond? at long last the father by marriage talked. It's hers, she got him and won't give up. What's more, he, who doesn't have a spouse other than her. Don't . Mother, yes. I can't manage without her, cried Milorad. Quiet down, unfortunate thing, she cut him haughtily... Also, I, serenely, as though in another person's voice, spoke: I'm going, just to gather my things. I'm going, don't be apprehensive. What doesn't it give us to have kids, Milorad? Take my for it, nobody needed them more than me. Furthermore, not so much as a tear. Furthermore, I leave, and the tear is mysteriously gone. I surmise I made them all cry. What had been annoying me for quite a long time turned out to be clear. He is no more. I'm going now . Also, that is presently not my concern... Milorad accompanied me to the entryway, Spot, however he should not keep me. He pressed my hand, fingers became blue. What's more, I, similar to a stone. Nothing . However much I cherished the house I got hitched into, I loathed it that much. Also, I would have rather not returned to it. I simply needed to leave straightaway and at absolutely no point ever see them in the future. None . "..Did you feel frustrated about him?"  I felt frustrated about him, and he felt frustrated about me. That is the reason they don't remain together. I was just twenty years of age and had the monstrous title of a divorced person. Not many ladies around then had a destiny like mine. I got back to my dad following six years. They invited me like a youngster who is experiencing a difficult disease. Just my grandma realize that I was wiped out there and that now, essentially for a brief time frame, I was saved from the sickness. I was not mature enough to remarry. 21. Also, my dad has proactively tracked down a potential chance to wed me once more. ",, All things considered, my grandma Julka, I was something very similar at fourteen as I was at 21. I wasn't prepared for marriage. When I consider it, I don't have the foggiest idea when it was the perfect opportunity to do it.",, How is that? ",, Pleasant. I needed my work and loft, and marriage was something totally optional. Assuming it works out - let it work out, and if not - it doesn't much make any difference. Perhaps I'm not the person for marriage. Or on the other hand it was misfortune, that I at the earliest reference point, when I truly became hopelessly enamored interestingly, I met a man who didn't need marriage, kids. It isn't great to be separated from everyone else, and not even away from the world. "Indeed. I was unable to get a new line of work and a loft, and the conflict demolished a ton of things for me. Also, I needed to accomplish something in my life, so I switched the request. Rather than a task and a loft, I got a spouse and kids. The occupation came later, and furthermore the loft. In spite of the fact that... something is basically missing there, and I can't make sense of what?",, What's going on? "I'm attempting to track down a response. Will you help me? It resembles I'm heading down some unacceptable path for my entire life. I'm continually meandering. It resembles I'm as yet a kid and it annoys me, so I really want somebody to take me out and about. Perhaps in light of the fact that I really want security, or in light of the fact that I'm as yet terrified of the dull and dreams. Or on the other hand since they never let me grow up how I would have preferred. I never settled on choices all alone, on the grounds that others generally thought they knew better compared to me what I wanted. I might want to be autonomous but have assurance when I want it. I'm neither autonomous nor have insurance. I want somebody, similar to when you are little and frail, and your parent's hand appears to be so huge, so you crush it gladly and partake in that it exists. Then, you rapidly grow out of that hand and it's not what it used to be. I really want an alternate hand. A genuine, solid confident hand so I would in any case stay a youngster. Indeed, I don't fit in anyplace and I've never fit in, particularly not in that frame of mind of others. ",, You are a lady and don't attempt to be something different. You are not what you show or what you must be. All things considered, you could do without vehicles. What's more, you can see that you can hardly hold back to dispose of them. "Since I Lady ? ",, No, but since you are that way. Since you could do without it. Also, when you do what you could do without, then you're not getting everything done as needs be. Also, when it's not done well, anything can happen.",, And it worked out . ",, It's nothing, my dear. Return, leave the vehicle and don't take it again until you're certain beyond a shadow of a doubt you need to drive it. There are alternate ways of moving an individual. Try not to fall affected by others. They will annihilate you." "When I'm separated from everyone else, I'm not apprehensive. I'm apprehensive when I drive my kids. ",, How old would they say they are? "Nine and seven" Show her an image of a grinning kid and a young lady, and afterward she would be somewhat awkward. In the event that you don't have kids, showing your youngsters before by her is not entirely attractive. She will comprehend, she feels. The possibility of youngsters fills each particle of the body with adoration. Her affection is limitless, genuine and widely inclusive. They are genuinely hers and she just let them involve her entire heart. She safeguarded them however much she could so they wouldn't feel or hear the abhorrences that were going on. "What are they doing now?" "We are away, presently they are with father." "You are grinning." My dear, say thanks to Him for giving them to you right away and with practically no issues. "They are the holiest and most splendid place of my life. Honestly, I don't have anything to grin about today. Here, all I heard from you was to cry to God.",, It's simply a piece of life. Six-seven years. Everything passes, you simply need to persevere. The main thing is to get by. Such is my destiny. Both mine and his. Nothing might have been finished there assuming that we had lived for sixteen or 26 years. You understand what I have left from that marriage. It left me that I was enamored and that I had a young love. Indeed, even today I feel frustrated about Milorad. "Ovlas exonerated Milorad in the image, and her hands shuddered. ,, You feel sorry for him? He drove you out of the house and you feel sorry for him? Did he feel sorry for you? Did he can't help thinking about what might befall you?" "Yes." ",, So for what reason didn't he keep you?",, He shouldn't have. "He was a tough man! He sits and cries. His mom doesn't give him any." They will drive out their own, regardless of whether the nation is upset. ",, For what reason didn't he venture out from home? For what reason didn't he go to begin a daily existence elsewhere?" "He was unable to leave his dad in light of despondency." That one would be excessively high. In the event that he wasn't a lone kid, he could have followed me. He would constantly lament purchasing, and I would in any case endure on the grounds that I can't have kids. "..Did he get hitched again?",, He didn't show up. That late spring, he went to the Drina to wash and suffocated. ",, Indeed, presently I actually feel frustrated about him." ..The house was left without a successor, and I turned into a widow. ",, Being a widow than a divorcee was presumably better. That is his destiny." "Destiny or somebody's transgression." ",, Sins ought to be paid by the individuals who commit them. "Sins are normally paid by relatives. He does as well. Afterward, when I returned, my grandma let me know how Milorad's granddad disrespected quite possibly of the best young lady in the town. Also, he would have rather not hitched her. He actually asserted that it was not him. What has been going on with her, nobody knows. Her path was lost. A wide range of things were said. Her dad was an extraordinary man, anything could be anticipated from him. He said that he shipped off the religious community. Everything that was known was that nobody had at any point seen her, nor knew which cloister she was in. His mom, an unfortunate lady, reviled him for being a lady, and he was a miscreant, he won't ever apologize. Insane Milojko, from the town close to Milorad's, said that the unfortunate young lady wound up in the Drina, that her dad killed her and discarded her, and afterward made up a story that she was in some cloister. For some time, Grandmother says, Milojko didn't see him any longer by the same token. Then there was quietness. Nobody referenced maybe it won't ever work out. ",, In this way, she got back at him. She took his main grandson. ",, What's up with you? What are you doing? "Presently I truly have a migraine, I need to bring medicine.""Lie down a little, perhaps you'll get by without him. Presently they will present to you a people cure and I will knead your head. Try not to quickly go after prescriptions. ",, Don't, attempt too hard.",, It's quite easy for me to knead you. I need to help you . Try not to contemplate the cerebral pain, ponder something different. All in all, how was that affection for yours? ",, Unusual, totally bizarre. Indeed, you and Milorad separated on the grounds that you could never have kids, and we separated on the grounds that he didn't need children.",, What sort of man is it that doesn't need youngsters? Also, what did you want like that? "He was a very decent man, he harms more than anybody I've at any point met, however both of us were too different...". ,, It's not there: they were unique; that ought to have been left right away. What do you need a man who can't see past himself? Come on, Grandmother Juli, let me know what a man who doesn't need kids can seem to be. "It was quite some time ago, however I recall each second, every word, each touch. Perhaps my story will be somewhat longer. "Simply talk, and Julka will knead you and pay attention to you. Have opportunity and energy. "It's difficult for me to try and recall him.",, You made due, you're here, and that is truly significant. " *** 11:00 a.m. She shut her eyes and pictures came flooding in... The primary pre-winter in Sarajevo. On that wonderfully new October night, she looked like a leaf of a youthful tree tossed into the whirlpool of a quick, chilly, wild waterway. Then, on Alisa, she meandered on the opposite side of the mirror. Or on the other hand, maybe, on Cinderella without the great pixie, the supernatural.  of wands and the sovereign who stays. That was Emina at her most memorable understudy party. She did whatever it takes not to show disarray or weakness, and not to offer something that would think twice about according to individuals whom she believed were something extremely exceptional. She put forth an incredible attempt not to see her cumbersomeness and newness to smoke and liquor, and that her flat mate Suzana doesn't lament taking her with her. There are seven of them in the organization who have known one another for quite a long time. It is possible that they are secondary school seniors or they have completed school, yet they are still understudies on a basic level. They live like understudies. Parties a large number of evenings. They would give anything to have a great time, consequences be damned. As though, when they split up, every one of the crews would go to jail forever. Maybe they feared the existences of mature individuals. Emina, a green bean, had recently shown up from Bijeljina. More might have counted the days since she showed up in that lovely city on the banks of the little, grimy Miljacka. It is wonderful on the grounds that it had a spirit. Emina cruised into the secret profundities of the city, late around evening time, when for some the functioning day could start. A little room on Baš-čaršija, bars on the windows, everything some way or another low, little, limited and shut, yet warm and delicate. You can feel the scents from the encompassing bureginica and hevabcinica. The windows are open so the thick billows of smoke can get away from through the barbecues, yet the scents from outside are more grounded. At the point when she shuts her eyes, she feels something delicately calm her to rest. She is warm. Two vodkas are not a beverage, but rather they were all that could possibly be needed for her. She drank them to encourage herself, yet they just desensitized her. She is languid. She is languid and her eyes hurt when she dozes. Also, she should be alert. Must ! How could she ask Suzana or another person to go with her to the condo? Can not . It doesn't work that way. He needs to hold on until everybody begins to scatter. What to do ? He checks them out. They have been together for quite a long time, so they as of now seem to be one another. They truly resemble the other the same. Their figures flash a little before her eyes, yet she can see and hear them totally well. They are giggling at something she doesn't actually have any idea. They utilize just articulations known to them. On the off chance that he asks them - he will not. For him to chuckle - it's dumb, in light of the fact that he doesn't have the foggiest idea what they're snickering at. Furthermore, to stay quiet while they are chuckling looks significantly more idiotic. He goes to the window to isolate himself. "Be cautious, sister, that you don't drop out," said Milan, whose remark was trailed by clearly giggling. She clutched the bars with one hand and felt their chuckling hitting her back. "In the event that one of you doesn't hold me, I could drop out." addressed Emina a little uncertainly, yet, by and by, brazenly enough. ,, Here, I hy", Milan hopped up and embraced her. ,, Goodness, congrats, be mindful so as not to take off together", the hawk snickered. Milan grasped the bars with one hand and folded Emina over the midriff with the other. She was astonished when she wound up close to his face, wrinkled with pubertal pimples. His breath possessed a scent like tobacco and liquor, and no matter what that, she took a gander at him happily, rebelliously, solidly in his eyes, stressed over what he would do straightaway. She is so worn out. It is three hours after 12 PM, and they go about as though they have quite recently begun. She feels that he is marginally pulling her to him, he is practically going to kiss her, yet additionally an unusual repugnance therefore. She rushed to the window to keep away from their look, and presently she ended up in the focal point of consideration. It is an on another person's area. It's in Milan's room. He imparts a space to Sergej, who rests there when he comes from Zenica. Sergej moved on from the Foundation of Expressive arts at the time of he found a new line of work at a school in Zenica and periodically comes to Sarajevo, since he can't handle living in another city. She searched for him with her eyes. Alone, in the corner, smart, he checked out at them with a pale grin all the rage. Missing. It is there and it isn't there. He is short, slim. He has a lovely face, with ordinary highlights, medium length wavy hair and a very much prepared facial hair growth. Hands white, fingers slight, similar to a lady's. He is dressed peculiarly, incredibly. A vivid shirt, purple jeans and a scarf around the neck. He has old cowhide shoes on his feet. A mix of varieties to make your head hurt. Just a painter knows how to dress like that. Milan softly put a kiss all the rage. It's her most memorable time at his place and he thinks about kissing her. She didn't respond, however she didn't dismiss him all things considered. She just checked him out. He figured out what that profound, quiet look with green eyes implied. He let her go, and Sergej watched it with a grin. I expressed farewell to Emina assuming that it ends up, and you how you need. The bars are exceptionally powerless, my mom. ",, All things considered, presently you won't all kiss my new flat mate thus. The facts really confirm that she's new, and she's young, and she's adorable, yet presently Nothing will go to the window, so how about we see who will get up.",, Where could you, legends be? When did you last kiss me, Milan? " yelled Nothing and loosened up across him on the bed as though it was the most commonplace thing. Emina was all the while remaining by the window. At the opposite finish of the bed, Jasmina and Emin were sitting in one another's arms. They were having a great time in their own specific manner. Some way or another they were uninvolved, and, once more, consistently present. Emma, Emin's sister, was continuously requesting something. She had dark, wavy hair down to her midsection that she continued to toss back. Testing. Emina failed to really understand who she was testing. Suzana drank a ton, yet nothing was recognizable on her. She subtly appreciated her perseverance. She said that drinking is like running and that it is every one of the a question of customary preparation. Furthermore, Emina snapped out of it when Milan kissed her. She told herself: Don't kiss the primary night with a man you recently met, entered his condo, and presently you don't have the foggiest idea how to get away. She is warm. She feels caught by the banned windows, tied by the perspectives, bewildered by the smoke and frail from those two vodkas. Were there a few, or more? Satan could know him? She sat on the bed close to Suzana. Shut your eyes, unwind, it will pass," she said delicately, in her ear. What do you care about anybody, act the way that suits you best. That is the least demanding method for fitting in. Act naturally." And kiss her, similar to a more youthful sister. , which is emerging interestingly. Emina was appreciative to her for those words. She realized he was correct. She, at the end of the day, needs to be what she is. Also, what is she? A young lady who just showed up from a humble community. A kid from a blended marriage. The girl of a Muslim dad and a Serbian mother, teachers. Brought up in a male centric way, under the full concentrations eyes of her dad's sisters. Aunties were edits, particularly when it came to cherish. Up until this point, not a solitary person has met their standards. Since she went to secondary school and turned into a young lady, they utilized each a valuable open door to exhort her: "Be cautious about getting hitched, don't lose face, that is vital if you need to get hitched well." This is a little climate. Also, when you get hitched, then, at that point, as you need. Be shrewd, give yourself to the one you pick as your significant other. "of wands and the ruler who stays. That was Emina at her most memorable understudy party. She made an effort not to show disarray or frailty, and not to offer something that would think twice about according to individuals whom she believed were something exceptionally unique. She put forth an extraordinary attempt not to see her cumbersomeness and newness to smoke and liquor, and that her flat mate Suzana doesn't lament taking her with her. There are seven of them in the organization who have known one another for a really long time. It is possible that they are secondary school seniors or they have completed school, however they are still understudies on the most fundamental level. They live like understudies. Parties a large number of evenings. They would give anything to have a great time, consequences be damned. As though, when they split up, every one of the crews would go to jail forever. Maybe they feared the existences of mature individuals. Emina, a first year recruit, had quite recently shown up from Bijeljina. More might have counted the days since she showed up in that gorgeous city on the banks of the little, grimy Miljacka. It is lovely since it had a spirit. Emina cruised into the secret profundities of the city, late around evening time, when for some the functioning day could start. A little room on Baš-čaršija, bars on the windows, everything some way or another low, little, limited and shut, yet at the same warm and delicate. You can feel the scents from the encompassing bureginica and hevabcinica. The windows are open so the thick billows of smoke can get away from through the barbecues, however the scents from outside are more grounded. At the point when she shuts her eyes, she feels something tenderly break her to rest. She is warm. Two vodkas are not a beverage, but rather they were all that could possibly be needed for her. She drank them to encourage herself, however they just desensitized her. She is languid. She is languid and her eyes hurt when she rests. What's more, she should be alert. Must ! How might she ask Suzana or another person to go with her to the condo? Can not . It doesn't work that way. He needs to hold on until everybody begins to scatter. What to do ?"For what reason did you take her to endure?" " he said facetiously, he hunkered close to her and put his hand on her knee. She didn't move. ,, Let her perceive how hard it is for us." Suzana snickered boisterously. "How old is she?" "Nineteenth, my dear. She is of legitimate age, if that intrigues you. Aren't you, maybe, a closely involved individual?" she tested him. ,, Goodness, I don't have any acquaintance with her. I have known every one of you for quite a long time. Seeing another face is typical. "They kept on talking. About different things. Emina heard nothing more. The shade of his voice and the piece of the discussion he had with Susan satisfied her. She felt that she had found somebody close among them. What's more, she didn't care about his hands. She nodded off. She nodded off as calmly as though she were in the most agreeable bed. Suzana attempted to awaken her around four to go to the condo, yet she asserted a while later that it was basically impossible to awaken her. Since she came to Sarajevo to concentrate on regulation and how moved into that little condo with Suzana, she was unable to rest on the awkward hard sofa. She was unable to dispose of the stale smelling smell that saturated the ragged cloth. Everything was truly old and ignored. Furthermore, Suzana persuaded her from the principal day that what they alone have no cost. Emina is a unit. After her, her mom was never left in another state, which her dad and Emina's granddad were particularly satisfied with... I love that she has a female kid, he said, let her re-visitation of the confidence from which her mom emerged. "What was significantly more hard for granddad, his fatherly granddad went out traveling to Mecca and Medina and hence turned into a hajji, and Emina was a hajji's granddaughter. She got it at a cost. Her aunties most certainly appropriated her. From the hajiluq, granddad brought her a material from which her auntie sewed a shirt. Due to her mom, Emina never needed to wear it. For her eighteenth birthday celebration, her maternal granddad gave her a brilliant jewelry, and in a little box, which nobody saw, a cross with Jesus. She guaranteed her granddad that she would wear it just when she left Bijeljina. Due to her dad, she never showed it to anybody. At the point when she went to her granddad's town, where he resided nearly as a loner, he invited her with delight. "Be careful with the large city." You will go over a wide range of things there. You need to know how to isolate the great from the terrible. You need to deal with yourself. It is to no end that I petition God for you consistently before the symbol of St. Nicholas, on the off chance that you won't deal with yourself. " "I know, I know, you don't need to rehash that to me like clockwork. ",, You don't have the foggiest idea, you don't have any idea... They are safeguarding you an excess of now, as though they are obstructing your light, and afterward they will just, short-term, let you out into the world alone. You are youthful and a piece innocent. "Dislike them" You tell the truth, and that comes to you the same way. Excessively genuine. How about you cross yourself before supper? "You realize I can't. Father would be irate. I'm not Serbian. ",, Indeed, a Serbian lady brought forth you. ",, The dad isn't, and don't let me know that any longer. "She was resting. She envisioned that she was going to Granddad to inquire as to whether he was getting along nicely. She saw Granddad worryingly drawing on the fire and not taking a gander at her, as though he was embarrassed. "What are you doing, professing to be?" she needed. to ask, however said nothing. She just saw his picked face, overpowered with stress and bitterness, and a tear in a dark blue eye. For what reason do you stress? Nothing will happen to me despite my desire to the contrary. "