Packing
28 August 2009, 22:00
Tomorrow I go to Talas. Everything is in two bags and a sack of jam. Grandmother has put in her old scarf "for the cold of the city". Mama keeps remembering things: "scissors! the thermos! a spoon!". She gave me a spoon from her own set.
Nurbek will take me on the bus (no bicycle). Emil is sulking. Mysyk sat on the first bag and would not get off.
I'm so happy and so sad that I don't know what the word is. Maybe there is one in Iradi.
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