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Chasia with her husband Ruben
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This manuscript of Chasia Dranow was found by Steve Dranow, author's grandson.
Chasya Leshner was born in Rakitno, Ukraine on September 15, 1892 and died on April 04, 1972 in USA. This set of stories is published without any correction of original English text. |
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As the Library was a new pleasure for Youth in our town Rakitno, so came the news that a family Pieker opened a Photography. For the youth was a special pleasure. And there is a little picture of me. I enjoy it to see it with great pleasure.
When I was child, there was no Photography, that’s why I have no child’s pictures. |
Parents
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My father's mistake
My father called in his son, and my only brother, as we were 7 girls, and one boy.
My father was broken of tragedy, of his wife – our mother death, so he thought he’d give away his ground in the back, to his only son Boruch, as Boruh had a wife Basy and 5 children, so Boruch would build himself a nice home, a garden here, so my father would have a chance to see closer his children and 5 grandchildren. It would be OK, but his wife Basy became a very mean dictator to all of us. She made him take away 4 stores too. Each one of the sisters married off quicker on accounts of her… Boruch built a palace house, my wedding was there too, with Ruben Dranow. Sonia's mandolin
In Rakitno, in the next house, lived a family of parents, and a few children, and even grandchildren. The youngest of three girls was a lovely, talented, beautiful looking girl.
In Russia, our people were too strict about that a younger should not be married before the older. Especially, if there’s an older girl. Sonia had a boyfriend, Abe Bendersky. Abe was the only son, and his parents were rich. They want to see him married and to have grandchildren. They told him, get married, or you wouldn’t inherit our wealth! He got scared, went to another town, saw a nice girl, called her parents, and married her. Sonia was left… She couldn’t find a place in the house, to cry out her heart pain. So, she took he mandolin, sat in their front yard, which faced our living room, and for months played the mandolin and cried out her pain… After the summer, she went to Kiev to study, and received a license for Akusherka (midwife). It’s like a baby doctor. As she was still sitting and crying, she sang few words with a nice voice that touched me deep, her condition, and the beautiful melody, and the mandolin. I, as a young girl, didn’t have patience, and didn’t have a mandolin. Only in Kiev were instruments for sale. So I went into her front yard, and said to her: Sony, I love you playing. I too like to play, but I have no mandolin. You woke up in me talent, that I feel I’ll never forget unless I play too. She looked at me, smiled and said: Well let’s see, and explained to me the strings, which are higher and lower. Gave me it to play. Well, I did play it. She was very mush surprised about. She soon left for Kiev, that’s was the end of my playing, but, in me, it was left a desire forever. To play this instrument… Here are the words she sang, Ukrainian: Луче було б, луче було б не ходыты, Луче було б, луче було б не любыты, Луче було б, луче було б таi не знаты, Чем тепер, чем тепер забуваты!... It means: It should have been better not to know you It should have been better not to love you It should have been better not to know you As now, as now to forget you!... I too can’t forget Sonia, and the music. Till this day, I like it, and can’t get it…. |
14 years old
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We, the 15 townspeople, had an organization, a welfare, for needy. I, as a young girl, in the best of everything, took easy about… I did not take long enough till I saw boys, coming home crippled, and without government support. Other boys I knew, didn’t come at all.
Then, of course, I was too worried and understood the injustice… I was afraid of the boys, of these, who were not taken on account of sickness. So I decided to wait and see, after war maybe a luck, I’ll have a chance to get a healthy boy. It looked like my heart did predicted me: “Wait, young girl, you’ll have enough sicknesses after, you’ll be married” … The war ended in 1918…. |
Sister Bas Sheva
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In 1918 I visited my sister Bas-Sheva in Steblow. I was introduced to a boy Ruben Dranow three years ago, as he was walking on crutches, his food banded under. Now, 3 years later, he looked good, and was in business with my nephew Hershel Zaslavsky. He came to Hershel every day. He was in the same crowd of girls, as I was. I respected him, as I pitied him, to make through the war, to be a wounded three times, to stay by sister, as his parents were in section, which was cut off from Russia through the Germans. His cute sister, Polya, her husband Shae, and two little brothers were in Steblow.
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15 years old
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The lectures
The home required from me work like from a woman, but even I done everything, still I knew I want to go everywhere to absorb any education, I only could. I was invited to many organizations, and this was no exception. This invitation was to participate in a group of lectures of Mr. Turkenich. He was a Hebrew educator lecturing Zionism.
He was a delegate to Conventions, wherever they were held about Zionism. Then when he came home, he invited a group and gave them a report: Who were there where he was, and then discussions all about, He mentioned names of Chaim Weitzmann, our first president of Israel, Chaim-Nachman Byalick, the Hebrew poet of Israel, Theodore Herzel, who predicted that in 50 years later, Israel will be again a Jewish country. And it so happened true. It was interesting to hear such report, and after the discussions all about. The next Saturday came to me two cousins, a sister Fany and the brother Schmuel Pelach. Schmuel was a Hebrew and Russian teacher, and arithmetic of course. He too liked these lectures. He liked very much to discuss with me about, because he said: You are a good listener, and you understand, where he talks. So he came to me again to discuss it. I respected him as an educated boy, and as my cousin. But I couldn’t think different, because I knew that he was the younger of his two of older sisters. My father would have been happy to see me married, before he dies. And to wait till two older sisters will be married? I knew my father wouldn’t want to wait. So when Schmuel proposed to me, I couldn’t give him an answer to his satisfaction. I told him, you know that you have Fany and Golda, the two sisters, and my father wants to see me married… So when he heard my answer, he left for the army, and I did not hear from him anymore. I heard from my friends and his sister, that he became a general in the army. A Jewish teacher lived a very poor life there…. He was a teacher… The Youth Society
When the war broke out, boundaries closed between countries. From America didn’t come any money from the husbands to their wives and children. They started to starve, the wifes and children of elder soldiers too starved, and they went to the town’s Rabbi David Medvedew, asking him to do something about, otherwise they all will die of starvation. That is Russia…
Before was a town’s Society, which gave out some help to poor. Now these men were at war. Rabbi David Medvedew talked it over with elder men about. They decided to call the youths of the rich parents, and to give over to Society from the elders, and with trust, the Youth will work hard, and will do good. So the Rabbi called by mail the cream youth, and me too, boys and girls. When I received that invitation for youth gathering to a home, to a Mr. M. Yanoedsky’s house, I was wondering: The Rabbi should invite me? But I knew very well his girl, Busy and his boy Harren-Yidel. So I went. When I came up, I saw who there were, I turned to Busy, and asked her: What’s all about? And soon it was opened the meeting, and it soon it was organized The Youth Welfare Society. I too had an office and brought in there plenty; due of members and donations, of visitors, outsiders, and I gave a lot more then, just duties. It lasted two and a half years, till the war over. Then elder men again took it over. I’m still satisfied of my youthful, fruitful work, of my education, of my charitable work, and the honorable life I lived. I am proud of my yoth. I try to go on, even with hardship on my part…. |
Father Moyshe
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With great joy we accepted the welcome peace. Now, I made up my mind to marry in Rakitno, instead of too late to go to America to study, But even I marry here, and will have children, so for their sake, I will go to America, by the first chance. I will leave Russia to the Russians… That where I missed, my children should given … Education to make a living by themselves, and not to depend on parents, and to be honorable citizens, and not Jews in a Ghetto.
The dance Mazurka
Another boy, and another story. Moshe Elex, born in my town Rakitno, but owned a store in Kiev, of fruit and vegetables. He had workers, worked for him. Twice a year, he used to come home to visit his parents, for the Jewish holidays, for two days each time. How much graft it cost him, he knew, and I imagine. He used to wear the richest clothes and American shoes. He gave donations left and right. I knew about him, but it never came across, to talk to him. Yes, and this time, he and I were at the same girl’s wedding.
I danced with another girl, Polya-Yoskes Shoochan, a mazurka, as I was the leader of acrobatic figures. It was a really beautiful dance. When we finished, Moshe came over, and gave me a bouquet of flowers, saying: here a prize for you for your leading the dance so beautiful. I accepted it, and thanked him for the honor. But Polya was ashamed, why she didn’t receive any flowers… He stoke to me, even I was felt funny, for Polya. The next day, he came to me and proposed, to be married right away, as he had no time for ‘romances’. I told him: on such things it’s hard to give answer right away! So he started to show off with his rich clothes and American shoes, and even took off a shoe, and showed the “Boston” stamp. Or label well, This kind of action was the end, A gentlemen don’t undress in front of a girl shoes! He tried to see my father, my brother Boruch, but he left with his shoes on…. An other boy
Here I wanted to prove my honorable name in my town, Rakitno. My brother Boruch met his friend Fishel Kniazansky, Hebrew-Russian teacher, and Fishel invited Boruch to come over to his house, because he had guests. Then Boruch invited Fishel with his guest, to Boruch’s home. Celia, my sister, was called in, and she entrained the boy, and his cousin Fishel, and our brother liked that boy Abraham. In short, both sides made up, the cousin and Celia should be engaged in a week later. He was a manager from a big business, and he had no time to stay here, as his business was in other town, Kamenka. Everything was settled. At that time I was visiting my sister in Steblow, Bas-Sheva. Fishel and Abraham went to Fishel’s home. A woman met them, and started to talk to them, and Fishel told her a story of Abraham and Celia. Then she asked them, for with one you be engaged? The younger or the older? Fishel said: for the older. Then Abraham said, I didn’t know if there’s a younger sister!
So that woman gave a whole speech about me: They hide the younger, she’s too beautiful too, educated, as respectable. If you see the other one, your engagement would be right now! So he went to his town, and sent a post card: that he’s sorry that he might broke off, but he’ll wait for the younger, to be engaged. In the meantime few days later, I came home and Celia gave me to read the post card. I felt very bad about, but I told her, is it my fault?! You know the truth about, the whole thing, and I have nothing to say, because I was in Steblow by the other sister, Right after, a Celia’s girl friend introduced to Celia, her cousin, Asher Chepow, and they got engaged, married, and a week later went to America. They had two children, Bob Chepow and Eva Wishnya. It hurts to talk about, as Celia died the days after Bob’s Bar-Mitzvah suppose to be, and Eva was 11 and a half years old. I turn a little back. It was happening so quick, in short weeks. Then Fishel called Abraham quick, the older married and left for America, and the younger is all free. He took the father and mother, and came to be married right away. It was on Friday, I cooked for Saturday the meal. I baked challah, Boruch came in and said: Chasy, dress yourself, Fishel’s cousin and his parents are here, and we’ll make a marriage between you and Abram. When I heard this, I was boiled up! I’m not a cow, to be sold! He said, he’ll take you as you are now, not fancy dressed. I’ll close the door! I said I could open, he said Then I’ll go away from the house, and you wouldn’t find me. I still want to go to America to learn, and if it’s too late for me to learn, so my children will learn, and be educated, where I lost, they will find, and not to live here as pigs, just to eat, and do other duties… I’ll still need Celia, and I can’t ask Celia to take me over with my husband, who done such thing to her! And so Boruch told Fishel the story, and they left without seeing me. That proves what kind of name, I had in Rakitno |
Dranows
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I belonged to societies, and I had friends to meet and play the role of a girl, to keep company with boys and girls. My sister, Bas-Sheva lived in another town, called Steblev, Kiev State. When Celia, my older sister was not married, she was doing all that, so I used to go to Steblev every year for three weeks there. Now, when she’s married, and I took over that boarden, so I couldn’t go. But Bas-Sheva asked my father, so he bowed his head, and gave me the permission.
There I heard so often to talk about a boy Ruben Dranow, their relative, as he’s wounded, from the war, |
Sister Celia
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One year later, my sister’s so Hershel wrote to me that now he and Ruben want to home to Rakitno to visit us, I answered him they are welcome. They came and went, and the next time when Ruben came, you know already, that we were engaged. Ruben didn’t know that his mother died trough the war’s time. Two brothers, Moshe and Schmuel went to Israel, also a sister Creny, where her name Atara. The father and Polia and her husband and a little girl Zenka, went to Israel too. After a while, I started to write to my sister Celia in New York, she should send me papers, and money, that we too should be able to go to America.
Celia was good to us, and took us out of here. Thanks to her, we are here, out of Russia… God Bless America! |
Brother Burukh
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Ruben's visit
Ruben Dranow from Steblow came to Rakitno, with my sister’s boy, Hershel Zaslavsky, Hershel came to us, and Ruben to his cousin, Sonia Morro and family.
They arrived on Thursday, to stay over the weekend. Hershel reached us, and Ruben went with the same taxi to Sonia Morro. She was happy to see him. But warned him to go better to a hotel to sleep, because her husband’s brother came from England. To visit his brother. And took so serious sick, that he’s about to die. (which he did, died). Sonia said to Ruben: you made through the War, and also wounds, and now to catch trouble again? So Ruben came first to us, to tell this little story. My brother Baruch invited him to stay by him, the weekend; so he’d be together with Hershel and me through the weekend. Of course he was very happy about, and thanked very kindly. I and Basy, brother’s wife prepared food for the two boys, A Baruch build on our ground a beautiful modern home, so it was very close - our home, and Baruch’s . It happened that these three days, rained without a stop. I, as a hostess, or Balebuste, of the house must prepare my cooking, cleaning, and still manage to have time to spend with my guests. We couldn’t go any place on account of the rain. Ruben sat in a chair, in the kitchen and watched me, while talking, how I do my work with experience; also, what kind of home we carry on., what kind of home is by Baruch. In a spare moment, I showed Ruben my book of Russian poems. I wrote, of which he was very much surprised. Ruben fell in love with me, and surroundings around me. Ruben went to his cousin Sonia, called her out in street, and asked her an advice about me and the family, because she lived here, so she knew the people, and especially my reputation. Ruben told her, he feels to propose to me. She answered him short: If she says ‘yes’, you have a golden opportunity, to come in the finest. I’m telling you she said: I have two boys, God should give me such a daughter-in-low, I wouldn’t want better. Good luck to you, if she says ‘yes’! Ruben came happy, didn’t say to me anything, but asked my sister Ethel, to be rid of Hershel in a good way,, as he wants to talk to me alone. Hershel is a cousin and a partner, and he wants him, not to be angry. Ethel arranged a date with our cousin, Anna Leshner, he knew her, and was glad of it. By luck, this last night didn’t rain any more. Yes, we were free of Hershel, and Ruben and I took a walk, to be alone. Ruben's proposal
Ruben came out very soon, with his proposal. I was surprised of it. And I told him, let’s first discuss it, before I say Yes or No. How about your two little brothers, that your sister Polia brought here from your parents? You support them, will they be there, or here? The children will stay with Polia till they’ll be able to be again brought to our parents, I’ll still support them till then.
Ruben asked me to accept his proposal. He’ll try to do anything to make a living… How about your wounds? Oh, that’s forgotten! He didn’t take a no for an answer and continued with sweet words. I thought such well-off boys, and the cousin Schmuel Pelach, a teacher, a big businessman, another also a store keeper of his own. Now I have to take him, to my father’s home, and father should help him to be able to make a living… But it looks like, that nor issue. I admit I respected him, he talked very gently, and is also from a fine family, and he loves me, and respects me. I forgot about riches and the other boys, and said Yes. My father said always, any boy you’ll like, and if he needs my help, I’ll be glad to do for him, because it’s for you, my daughter, We gave each other the hands, and kissed each other., and that began a new story. That was on October 1918. Ruben and Hershel first went home to Steblow on the next day. And in a week later, my sister and her husband Israel Zaslavsky came from Steblow with Ruben, to the engagement. My father gave to Ruben 3000 Rubles dowery. It was about 300 guests to the engagement. It was in our two bigger rooms, and it was still room for more. |
18 years old
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The wedding was smaller, not so many people. Ruben didn’t want a music, and didn’t know, if his parents are alive or dead. Our wedding was by my brother in the house. My cousin Fishel Leshner, the Chazan or Cantor, carries on with religious ceremonies. When it came to the Shiva-broches, or Blessings, he openly blessed me: I should have such good children, as I am good! I felt then funny, and asked him, what you Fishel blessing me so much with good children, so quick? He answered: I open pray for you, because I keep you dear, as my own daughter, because you are a good child, and I want in this special time to bless you in the right time, as you are really deserve to have good children!
Thanks God! My children are good children! God bless them all my children, and Grands, Amen! |
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The church yard
Before the Communists stood fast on the feet in Russia, every day, every few days power of groups, organized themselves. They gave themselves names, and the first thing to show, that they are the right ones, they proved their strength, that they could kill more Jews. Especially in the town, where it was one Police station, and few policemen, they disappeared for those few days, and the organized group had a free hand to do everything they desired: rob, kill, and destroy.
In such moments, all the doors were open, in order the doors shouldn’t be destroyed. When they came in, everything came handy to them. And in case someone was in the house, they killed a s many, as they liked. So, of course, in such days, Jews were hiding themselves in fields, by some Christen fields or gardens, because if these groups find out, that, where was hidden some Jews, their houses were burned up. So you see, even if you had a friend a Christian, he didn’t let you to hide there in the village. If a Jew was on the fields, he (a Christian) could say: I’m not responsible, because I didn’t know. On one of such days, Ruben sais to me: Come with me, if we reach to the village alive, I know there a woman, that she’ll let us in. for a day. So we went. To make a short cut, through a Polish church. Yes, we went in, but there were resting a few bandits. When they saw us, they started shooting on us. Ruben took my hand, and started to run: zig, zag, here and there, so they couldn’t shoot us, and then, as we ran, Ruben threw me over the high fence, and jumped over too. When I fell into a valley, a yard-deep, I was then in the eight-month pregnancy with Bernard, I was in pain, as I thought I’m now ready to give a birth. So, we was a pig-shack, the size of a telephone booth, we jumped in. They lost us, Ruben said come further, they lost us, but they will find us soon. And so we went further, I asked Ruben why to die here, in the village? Let’s go home, and to die at home! No, come on! He reached that woman. Ruben asked her to hide us, so she said: I could hide the pigs, the chickens, the dogs, but not you! On your own risk, go between the potato grass in the garden, and if you’ll be found, I’ll tell: I didn’t know about. We went quick and lied down, as I was in pain. While resting, the pain quiet down. It didn’t take an hour, and a cossack on a big horse, he wore a big hat, he looked as tall as a the little house the woman lived. As the cossack called her out, and said to her, your neighbors told me, that you’re hiding Jews! If you’ll find some, then help yourselves! She said…. He saw that everything is quiet , he stood for a while, and left. We heard all that, and I asked God to save us, in the name of the unborn, innocent child, to let us live. That woman really helped us, by hiding all her live stock. Then we started to go home. It was still unrest. So we went into another Christian barn, dug under a pile of straw, till the ceiling. I can’t understand till this day, how we came out alive, and not to be squeezed? But God saved us the three: Ruben and me, and inside Bernard. Them they, the devils went home, and we too looked around, with beating hearts reached our home. I had 20 rubbles, one bill, pinned in, in my hair. It was nothing to buy, the stores were robbed. Soon came our Uliana, the servant from long ago, and her husband Lupanas, and brought us fruit, potatoes to cook something to eat. As the door was open, three bandits came in the house by the open door. Saw me, yellow and pregnant, father, yellow, and Ruben pale. The house inside was robbed, they looked on us for a while, and left. That is just pieces of horror… Dear children, we thank God, you too, thank God, that you are here, and not there! God bless you and our dear children for marrying wives from your own nation! We are proud of you! What couldn’t we reach here, you reached, wonderful! |
The pogroms and Bernard's birth
Revolution against the Czar Nikolai, the second, and the killing of the Czar and his family, ended the first World War. The revolutionists made a big mistake by letting loose the army, to go home with their full ammunition. There were no Czar, no rules.no bread to eat. Also they gave all the prisoners amnesty, or freedom.
They go hungry on everything, Of course, the ammunition was their tools, through which they quenched their thirst... Their hunger, and their need to begin to live, The Jews are always, the first to pay for everything innocently. That’s how pogroms started and kept on for a long time. They robbed, killed, and user Jewish girls for their thirst… In such moments they killed my brother Baruch, who left a wife and five young children. My father, Ruben and I hid ourselves at our attic, and took up the ladder. Baruch was at his home. Soon we heard a shot of a gun, a big scream of his family. We let down the ladder, and ran into his house to see what had happened? Baruch once opened his eyes, and closed them forever. They shot him through the heart, took away his money, a group of murderers. The same day they killed many Jews, including my cousin Mothy Leshner, and his son of twelve years old. Our tragedy was unpresentable!... In such unrest, our first child was born, (the name is after Baruch). On October 25, 1919 a new Mr. Dranow came. When I felt the birth pains, there’s no one to help me, so Ruben ran to bring an akusherka, or a lady for this purpose… No one walked through the streets at night. She too didn’t want to go! But Ruben put such force, that she went. For that she took a child in such way, that I got swollen, and needed stitches, and the child couldn’t live in the urine In the morning Ruven ran into the government hospital, and brought a regular lady doctor, and she made the child to leave the urine, and made the stitches, and all went good. |
Sister Rivka
Sister Ethel
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So we asked the father to go with us, and later we’ll come back. But father didn’t want to come with us. His answer was: “I want to be buried near my son Baruch. There are my parents too. I kept you for a long time, but now I see, that you can stay here any longer, on account of the baby. So in his honor, go well , and come well, and God should keep you safe, all the time. He kissed me, I kissed him, and he couldn’t stop kissing Bernard, his grandson, his son’s name!... In a few days he took sick, and it took him two days, and he died. Yes, he’s near his only son Baruch… I felt sick after, but it’s too late…
He was 74 years old when he died. Nikolaev
At Rakitno train station were a big crowd of Jews to run, any place, where it’s at least a little order…Ruben saw to it, to catch the last train, and no more, as the others were reserved only for military personnel. We reached the big town, Nikolaev, We were there two days and there too we couldn’t stay. There was already Communists, but they caught men from the street, and sent them, to the coal mines, and nobody ever heard of them… So, we started back. No more trains anymore for private use. We as others, stood days at the station Yavekino. The worked bothered they ran always, they looked for money, and the poor Jews screamed. Not far away, was a Jewish colony, or farm. They took milk, other products and brought to the station to distribute among us. When they saw me, a woman with a baby of 6 months, they came closer and gave me an extra glass of milk, to be able to nurse the baby. Boy, did I cry! Not long ago, I gave away so much of our cows’ milk products for poor, and now, I’m a poor woman, without a home, without food! I thanked them very much…
Ruben begged many conductors of the trains to pick us up, but of no use. One conductor saw me and the baby, his heart softened up, and Ruben put him into his hands some money and he took us up. The train couldn’t go farther than Korsun, that is 12 miles to Steblow, because further the other four station to Rakitno were still in disorder… Ruben hired a horse - in wagon, and we came to Steblow. My sister, Bas-Sheva took me in into her dining room, till I’ll have my own place. Ruben couldn't make a living
Times were very bad. It’s so much to write, to explain. I’m making it short, the rest, think and understand…
If not for my sister Bas-Sheva, we would, one by one, just died from hunger and sickness. We began to prepare ourselves, to leave Russia, to risk our lives, but maybe we’ll reach to the U.S.A. It just started to come in letters to Russia, from America, which didn’t come, for the duration of war, since 1914 to 1918. I sent word to my sister Celia Chepow, about my condition, and I asked her to help me, to come over there. I received an answer: with a new address of 72 E. 111 St. N.Y.C, and the reply was: that America still didn’t recognize Russia’s regime, and I should cross to Poland, and from there she’ll try to do, what’s possible for her, to do for me. I talked to Ruben, that now, he should try, that I shouldn’t be pregnant, will we’ll reach the US. Yes, he said. But just because I asked, he fixed me up, and I felt, That I’m, do pregnant. It’s hard enough with one child, to risk our lives now, without money, and in this condition. As we were sitting by my sister’s BasSheva, I talked about, how he promised, and what it came out. Ruben smiled, and said nothing, it looked like he was happy about. Then BasSheva said to me: Look, my dear sister, you see, that I have no children on my own, I’m a stepmother to my husband’s children, and when God likes you, say ‘thanks’. Also, this will be a name of our father, Moshe, if it is a boy, or a girl. Now don’t go any place till you give birth, I’ll help you… So we were in Steblow, till after the birth. |
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In Rovno was a HIAS: an American organization to help immigrants, who had relatives in the U.S.A. By law to bring them to U.S. As it wasn’t yet recognized the Communists in America, so in any other country to which relatives came over, to that country, to that HIAS, the American relatives sent the money, and they took care for the immigrants. Then it began a waiting time for the visa, or permission, of the quota, of America. That’s now took nearly a whole year till we came here. Ruben went to see, if the HIAS has for us some money, from my sister Celia, there, were about a hundred immigrants, so they all were arrested. Why?
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It was closed only few days, and then everything again o.k. So Ruben too was arrested. I had no money. The landlady wants rent, we want to eat… Here came a detective locked us up… He took of them landlords’ money, so he would send another one to take us. I asked the landlady’s daughter to bring Ruben food, and in the bread. I put a note, that it maybe this is the last, of us to know of each other, and I and she explained all about…
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