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“With any luck, she’ll have a sore throat by the time I collect her in the morning,” said Antipka to himself, and he dropped a hunk of black bread and a piece of pork sausage down the hole after her.

That evening Antipka felt free for the first time since his marriage. He wandered about the one room that was their home, and from time to time sat down wherever he wanted to. He opened one window and closed the other. And when suppertime came he stood on tiptoe and instead of his usual wooden dish took down the huge carved dresser one of the brightly coloured plates which were used only on holidays and special occasions.
He carried his plate across the room to the pantry cupboard, which was partly dug out into the ground to keep the food cool and freshm and helped himself to all kinds of sausages and pies and cheeses that he found there. His wife had never let him go to the pantry, but had frequently gone to it herself whenever he was working out of the doors.

Antipka lit the candles, poked the stove and drew up his chair to the heavy wooden table. As he sawed through the great white loaf which he was hugging to his chest, he thought, “Wouldn’t it wonderful if life still like this when she comes back tomorrow!”

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