Reapers Of Suffering
As if at the mowing, when they were going to turn the hay.
Closing her eyes, the girl inhaled the air, filled with the aromas of a summer meadow, and it seemed that the cheerful voices of her friends, laughter and screams were about to be heard nearby. These sweet dreams were dispelled by the angry cry of Mairiko: “Well, why did you get up like a betrothed, am I going to sort out the cudron for you?” Oh. How many of this same cudweed, plantain, mother-and-stepmother, motherwort and celandine she has gone through so far, cannot be counted.
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