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Tainaron - Mail from another city { 1 }
by Leena Krohn { 2 }
The burden - the fifth letter { 99 }
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I had not in the least expected that she would know who I was. My landlord had only once pointed her out to me, through the window, when I was signing the rental agreement. | { 107 } |
'That old lady lives above you,' was all he had said, and I had glanced at my neighbour in passing from my first-floor perspective. | { 108 } |
As she asked the question, quickly and animatedly, I thought her gaze held real curiosity, quite out of proportion to the formality of the question. | { 110 } |
I hesitated, but managed to say: 'Thank you, it is a comfortable apartment. But at night I find it difficult to sleep.' | { 111 } |
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'Really? Just fancy, and you are still so young. I am already quite old, as you see, but I sleep well. Quite well!' she repeated, examining me through her wide, motionless pupils. | { 113 } |
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And in fact this was the ultimate reason that cast me into despair and why I never examined the origin of the noise any more closely. | { 122 } |
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