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- Did you get a good zalai Noha before the plum brandy? You know like pink schillerest scratcher thick white round glass
- Before that Uncle Tony? And after and during It's just that they didn't mix it up in the glass and the groom had to toast everyone It was horrible
- That's what they do down there The only cure he has is to make up his bed with good fat stinking mutton stew Then it doesn't matter what you drink or how much
- After a while it didn't matter At the bride-to-be dance the broom pushed him against the wall - Edit laughed
 They also stole Edith which folk folklore says is a shame - I said it in repentance
- My childhood friends played tricks on me "interrupted my new wife quickly"
- What Am I not hearing Editke? Did those childhood friends at least honor you?
- Uncle Toni - Edit was embarrassed
- I know you And good country weddings when a stranger wants to marry into a house - uncle Toni smiled knowing everything
I did not understand the weight of his sentences for what I knew of Edith at the time
To me she was a long-legged Apple-breasted beautiful brunette with a flicker of air around her Who though from a faraway village in zalai spoke to no one without a drop of attention and walked in the night of pest with easy dancing feet The bright sparks of his eyes could not be broken by any nighttime; the dark circles the swollen bitten lips made his face more characteristic and fatal I took the boys ' conniving glances as a tribute to him and I proudly let Edit hold his hips to me
It was only sometimes I had vague suspicions when I found her door locked in the dorm or a note waiting with two rows of excuses thrown in But the moth doesn't know that the lamp is not only bright it burns Without reservation I was delighted with Edit's wild and unrestricted freedom his exciting colorful circle of acquaintances I let myself be giddy to be drawn into the rampant games of insatiable curiosity and I must say I have never been disappointed For his simple parents he had a degree a daughter the object and source of all their pride who had found a good job a place and a husband in the far pest where they might have been once in their lives The home Eatin ' chickens and milking cows probably wouldn't have been recognized by the 100-year-old at night or the Bucharest hotel bar But I had no idea that there were not two but three souls in Edith
The Old Uncle Tony to whom we told of the adversity of our village wedding was more informed All the more so because he was part of Edit's strange eccentric circle of friends Or rather Edith was a cherished flower of Uncle Toni's carefree Rose Garden Because Uncle Tony was like a gardener with his flowers He could never get enough of their scent always focused on new and new forms colors shapes From petal petal barely budding to the beautiful women of the Red Rose whose old charm is untold with untold self-discipline In fact sometimes even a rapidly blooming wild rose - gypsy girl appeared in the bushes in the garden of the villaNo one knew where Uncle Tony came from why he had no family whether he had relatives what he did for a living and what he did for a long time In the afternoons he taught English French Italian to the coveted positions of various foreign trade companies but mostly only Russian-speaking cadres because of their commitment And the high school children of thoughtful caring parents
- Right this way "bowed lightly upon Uncle Tony the 15-year-old rancher
she introduced him into the drawing-room as a child's girl and as a perfect gentleman whose furniture and carpets were still dimly guarded by the old light of the villa's living room In addition to the grammatical rules his students learned culture behavior style and elegance from him Perhaps something else because according to the bad language uncle Toni is sometimes not satisfied with the smell of roses close to his heart But I think he was just admiring them
At that time in the late ' 70s the first pink - chaste nude calendars appeared in the remote corners of the shop windows The film museum had already played The Decameron and Canterbury Tales but censorship and the scissors of the cinematographer left mostly just the rhetoric on the projected copy We knew there was a VCR but most of them only had access to Super 8 porn tapes smuggled from Denmark And of course this majority meant a very tight and very closed circle of friends Of course Uncle Toni's '30s' 50s photographs and amateur films gave him undivided attention We had no idea who or how he could have made such recordings in the dark ' 50s But Uncle Tony just smiled:
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